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She returned
to the twilight,
as lovers
often have.
Daybreak,
an eternity
away.
The season of
wine and song,
longing
and laughter
...dull in thought.
Forever
remembrances
were not
hollow words.
Her heart
knew of it's lust,
longing the
forgotten desire.
For truth's integrity
always held on to
eternal intent
But age had the
advantage
of knowing
Knowing
what was best
for the heart
Yet the heart knew what
was best for the soul.
by
Tim Labbe
A delighful read. Thanks for sharing such lovely work. I can relate with it
Thank you again for yet another kind comment about one of my poems A B. Like you, I can relate to it also. I am grateful you could see the honesty of it and how time and relationships hold on to our hearts, regardless of the passage of years.
For truth's integrity always held on to eternal intent But age had the advantage of knowing Knowing what was best for the heart yet the heart knew what was best for the soul. heart, soul, intellect, thinking faculty, life's experience. all comes in this poem. thank you. tony
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful eloquence and emotions. A very passionate work of art. Thanks for sharing, Tim.
Thank you for your kind words, Chinedu. It is a poem about the honesty of love and passion.