Magic Link Poem by Joyce Hemsley
Magic Link
Oh where, oh where has our love gone?
a love we shared, a love that shone
and made us happy through each day
just like a bird, it has flown away.
I cannot see and I cannot think
now we have lost that magic link,
the link that kept us heart to heart
has broken ~ tearing us apart.
I know not how, I know not why
you left, and there was no goodbye.
I thought your tender love for me
would last beyond eternity.
You will return in time I'm sure
and we will be as we were before.
The magic link will shine again
and we will hear our love refrain.
But come not back in winter snow
when trees are bare and cold winds blow.
Just come to me in early spring
as tulips bloom and skylarks sing.
Very beautiful poem. Beautiful rhyme and has a smooth flow too.
Nicely done, Joyce. Congratulations on having it selected as poem of the day! I especially like the last verse: But come not back in winter snow when trees are bare and cold winds blow. Just come to me in early spring as tulips bloom and skylarks sing.
The sorrow of losing the invisible magic link between lovers wonderfully depicted along with the hope of it's resurfacing just like paradise lost and paradise regained.
Exactly how I am feeling right now! Great poem Joyce! Also Congrats! !
So sad.... when the lovers part ways. But there is a ray of hope towards the end and that is where the real beauty of this poem lies. Enjoyed reading it. Thanks, Joyce.
The closing is my favorite and the most heart tugging of all, wonderful to read out loud, a great member poem of the day.
Congratulations, Joyce. Like Kim, I like your last lines - they really reach out to the heart.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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12/5/2024 4:29:57 AM # 1.0.0
'But come not back in winter snow when trees are bare and cold winds blow. Just come to me in early spring as tulips bloom and skylarks sing.' Very beautiful lines.. Love is for every seasons, but I guess you used 'winter' as a metaphor for your state of the mind.. Your love must come back when your mind is fresh and not when you are in a state of pain, or going through a rough patch.. While many people, in their poetry, equate the one they love with their well being entirely, you present a more realistic yet Romantic perspective on love.. Thank you for sharing Joyce..