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About Love and Death Bitter sweet this double edged sword, We call love. We build our fragile worlds, On the belief that tommorrow, Will always come. Ponder not on the voice of reason that, Says that is not always the case. Love was the foundation stone, of our gentle place, A haven admist all our mortal storms. Is it really wiser to have loved, and lost it all or, Or not to have loved, never, to feel the raw pain of seperation, Splendid in this, perfect, isolation. Yet I remember promises made, About the care of the three, That through the remeberance of our love. They would learn to fly free. Its is in your honour, A touch of your resonance, Perhaps. left in me, of your light, That will guide me, And brighten the dark way, I still love you I still need you, All apparent to those that can see. |
Additional Notes:
Paula my wife died on 26/02/04 this is my first poem since the loss of my muse.
This Poem was Critiqued By: Mick Fraser On Date: 2004-03-06 19:19:13
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 9.61538
Hi Stephen
I commented on this two days ago...but TPL went down and it appears that my comments got lost.
I said a few things, but the most important in my mind was...I hope that Paula will be forever your muse.
Thanks for sharing and please write, write, write...it is very therapeutic.
Mick