love then and now...
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Once Then and Now ……………………………………………………………………
Once I thought love would Continue to molest me In short and intense fleeting Nights…like gale force driven Waves…crashing on sun baked Sands.
Once…what I perceived As just another night… Of fleeting lust and passion… Was another man’s…no… Most men’s fantasy… Most often I cried myself to sleep… Was it loneliness or boredom That haunted me ?
Once…”I love you”…was just Another lie told by me and Another sleepy beauty… Because we didn’t know What else to say… To ease the guilt.
Once…I doubted you, And the words you did Not say… To try and convince me… Your soft and gentle ways, Said so much more.
Once desperation cornered me… With you my only savor…I tried To run…and ran blind… Straight into your arms.
Once I opened my eyes To find you…holding me, A sense of peace came Over me…briefly…before The fear of luring love Settled in… Overwhelming me.
I remember once… The sense of pain And emptiness… Inflicted by the bite Of alone… Funny how proven love, So selectively bleached Those memories away.
Now as I stand, Within the grace Of your love… I am in awe with the Gift you have given me…
There is so much intensity within your poem Erin, with time one learns to incorporate the very essence of love, including ther own, with another who leaves one seeking to trust and love with the same passion and emotion. This is where true love is found just like the thoughts of your own...
I wrote this novel several years ago, I self published and never had it to sell. I have decided to rewrite it and hope to get it published within a few months for people to be able to buy. I had a few copies and gave them to a few family members and
After losing her boyfriend in a accident, Alecia believe she's been seeing him. But that can't possibly be? When Brayden reveals himself, or his soul, he asks her of a favor. But when that favor leads to her revealing feelings for her dead boyfriends
truly nice work...
enjoyed, Art Sun...
This is the reason I read you.
Love your introspectiveness and passion.
Thanks--RaeLynn