My Lost Lover Poem by Hannah Torres
My Lost Lover
He calls me beautiful as he plays with my hair.
He whispers in my ears he loves me.
Maybe that's why I miss him.
Maybe that's why my body aches for him.
For his love.
The man that I lost.
I did not know what I had until it was gone.
He did not love me for just my body.
His body did not ache just for mine.
He was much more than that.
He was my friend, my lover, my everything.
When you have everything it disappears faster then when you had nothing.
My love disappeared and I don't know if I can have him back again.
Love - a spiritual experience and voyage of bliss is also whimsical and temperamental. It appears unannounced and may leave without warning, if it's not carefully nurtured at all-time to maintain its bliss. A well articulated love poem insightfully penned from the heart. A lovely piece indeed. Thanks for sharing Hannah. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON.
mm.. have to say that the wise note below (= Kelly's comment) is my own, too.. ;) Cheers
~*It is my experience that such endings are for the best. If someone walks out on you, they did not care enough in the first place or had a good reason. I hope you move on and find peace.
A very emotional poem that expresses the feelings of lost lost in a very proper way... Thank you for sharing Hannah...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/25/2024 5:23:28 AM # 1.0.0.1119
the chemical of love is fun warms you up like the sun burning burning burning make sure the next guy gives good foot rubs they are more sincere
It is and I'll make sure that's a requirement for my next guy.