Wild Oats (poem) by La Belle Rouge Poetess Of The Heart on AuthorsDen

Wild Oats
by La Belle Rouge Poetess Of The Heart → (All Poetry by La Belle Rouge Poetess Of The Heart)
Wednesday, April 2, 2025 Rated "PG" by the Author.

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Wild Oats time has never been on our side long ago we both should have died circumstances have not been kind did you believe such love to find? our youth spent in selfless sacrifice lacking love and devoid of any spice welcome to the center of my world though I am no longer a tender girl love knows no limits and has no age each day we write upon a new page and penned upon our united hearts each day a new depth of love starts come sow your wild oats with me true love is ours and forever shall be and we will recapture years we lost whatever it takes we will pay the cost to hold to the love most will never know to nurture our bond and watch it grow we'll forget about age and laugh at time sow your oats in my garden, they are mine
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Reviewed by Jms Bell

Reviewed on April 28, 2025

AHHHHH...THESE WORDS COULD ONLY COME FROM THE HEART OF ONE WHO HAS BEEN BLESSED IN TIME...WITH ANOTHER CHANCE TO EXPERIENCE TRUE LOVE! BEAUTIFUL, THANK YOU SO MUCH, LA BELLE. LOVE, BLESSINGS AND FAITH...HIS+INSPIRATIONS

Reviewed by Matt Miller

Reviewed on April 16, 2025

Beautifully written. Enjoyed very much. I always enjoy your writings.

Reviewed by Odin odin@aflx.com

Reviewed on April 6, 2025

A timeless conviction that too few today have. Your words speak to not only the intimacy of a relationship, but also gives reason for everyone, regardless of relationship, to seek out all forms of love and cherish its often fleeting presense. Well done.

Reviewed by Ronald Hull

Reviewed on April 4, 2025

Your poems are always so easy to read and filled with meaning. I certainly know the circumstances behind this one and pleased that you can so easily convey your thoughts about how your life has changed.

That last line didn't make sense for a bit, until I read it a couple of times and then understood, I think.

Ron

It's always nice when what's yours is mine, and vice versa.

Reviewed by John Herlihy

Reviewed on April 2, 2025

A fine-scripted, evocative poem about the power of one's convictions, especially highlighted by the symbolic image of the wild oats of the title, suggestive of nurturing what one thinks most meaningful. Well done.