She changed
We played
I loved her
We smiled
We were happy
But she changed
I spoke with her
I sang for her
I dreamt of her
I talked to her
I cherished her
But she changed
Suddenly
She stopped talking
She stopped smiling
She avoided me
Thought I still dream of her
She has changed
I want to cry
I want to weep
Life without her
Unimaginable
Unthinkable
Impossible
Why?
What really happened?
I wonder
And discovered
Too much love
Yes, too much
‘Cause i loved her so much
She took me for granted
And then I lost
I lost my value
I lost her
I lost
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Love is a spiritual experience that affects all and sundry profoundly - a voyage of pure bliss. It is also whimsical and temperamental, appearing unannounced and may leave without warning, if it is not carefully nurtured by both couples. A good piece of poetry nicely penned from the heart. Thanks for sharing Michael. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON.