I stopped by some fields of pretty wild flowers, today.
To ponder for just a moment. I hadn't planned to stay.
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These pretty flowers I find they remind me, so much
of you today. Now if I could only find myself. Perhaps
this chain of pain that still remains, will go away.
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Our holding hands and making plans. They never did
come true. I was just a toy you cast away. When this
game of love you played, was throu'.
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You vowed you'd always love me. That we'd never part.
Like a thief in the night. Your only plan, was to steal
my heart.
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Now an empty space I carry. Where my heart once used
to dwell. It beat for only you my love. Till the day you
said, fair well.
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Thou' you lied and tears i've cried. I'll find myself one day.
But it seems that day may never come until forever's thru'.
Perhaps then; that's only when, i'll be over you...
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'Like a thief in the night. Your only plan, was to steal My heart'... what a line! expressive to the core...good poem Thad...you excel there with your anticlimax in romance...10
This poem is wonderfully touching. It grabbed my attention from the title to the last line. Love can be cruel sometimes but the heart can take a lot and come up fighting. Thank you so very much for sharing your talent :)
lovely out burst of emotions. giving away yourself for the true love is a great play. but we are not always lucky and doesn't get what we want all the time in return. take care and keep on composing nice poems.
Perhaps then; that's only when, i'll be over you... ........................................................................ Thad, It is graceful line... Very beautiful verse- minor... 10..... Best wishes, Tsira
I swore I wouldn't add any more about finding love, or losing love poems to my favorites list but yours was so packed with little delicate movements and quirkiness and just a delight.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Good to see you online, Friend Thad...Splendid work this be, Mr. Wilk, from the opening couplet to it's train of accompanying tricets....Like the wrap-around style...Prosaic, free-verse & poetry, all in one...The Literary Trinity, could this be? FjR