The Love Letter Poem by Lora Colon
The Love Letter
I long to write a love letter,
Cupid's counsel stands ready to dictate,
I raise my pen, the page agrees
To accept the words, yet I hesitate
What do I fear, why this concern,
And what strange motive has planted this seed?
Suddenly, tender loving words
Fly straight from my heart to intercede
My mind is filling rapidly,
It's as if a string of pearls has broken,
Only with a faltering voice
Could such deep emotions be spoken
Yet, I cannot lower my pen,
What cruel spirit restrains my trembling hand?
How shall my feelings be conveyed
So my beloved will understand?
My beloved..... a title unclaimed,
On his face, an impenetrable mask,
My mind searches his name in vain
While Fate laughs and mocks this daunting task
But it's done! The words are written,
With a sense of relief long overdue,
Then reality shakes my world......
I've no one to send my letter to!
Well pardon me if I disagree Lora, Message sent is message received even if it is in a diary that is never seen by anyone but you in your imagination. Though we all seek messages of reassurance that someone gets it, values our love, and is intact standing by our side, vanity, all is vanity. If you do not wish to see that you are loved, or try to mount loves head upon the wall like a trophy, you can truly live in disappointment. And of course it is true that a trophy hanging on a wall is devoid of life. Always wishing you the best of everything!
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4/24/2024 11:47:07 PM # 1.0.0.1119
I like this poem, Lora. It tells the reader who you really are, written with your heart on your sleeve. A loving relationship is what the vast majority of us aspire to. I think the reassurance of knowing that we are loved and valued is an inherent need in all of us. This poem tells me that you have boundless love to offer and it hurts you that you have no-one to share this special quality with.