Near the sky west and crooked,
I stood on the hill of broken dreams,
recalling all the lost loves
I had so long ago.
Their faces swirl around me
as a sad reflection.
I recall how with each one there,
love faded beyond repair.
However, with those sad reflections
I look at what I have now
and wonder if I would have been
as happy as I am now.
If those old loves hadn’t faded
like the morning mist warmed by the sun.
One will never know what might have happened,
or where I‘d be today.
22 June 2007
Regrets, we all have them, some more than other....I wonder so often, if we ever get over our first love from college, well some from prep school, and than there are divorce after divorce or even annullment because who we were with wasn't the real love we never get over.....That's what this lovely write makes me think of...I can relate to this..and I think you're wife is blessed in spades to have you...a 10 and then some...apparently someone hit the wrong number here for it should say 10....These numbers slide at PH lately, you have to make sure it's still a 10 when you hit it or go back and correct it...marci.xo
You took the words right out of my mouth... and then rephrased them a million times better. Yes, sweetheart, a thousand times yes.... this is one to treasure. V knows it, and what a lucky lady she is.... we all do ultimately, perhaps? t x
What if... yes we all ask that question does it ever do any good..? 10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Can't look back David can we, but as long as you are happy then that is the main point. All the other things were a practice for your ultimate love. Love the storyline, excellently produced. Love and hugs Ernestine XXX