The Women I Loved Poem by Igor Balatsky

The women whom I loved
and who loved me –
they all now hate me
all of them
though many years have passed.
I know the reason
why it's happened.
They gave me once
the most precious thing
they'd ever had:
they gave me bliss of their love.
And so did I.
They loved and also
they were loved.
And I am grateful. But they hate.
For them all gone now.
But not for me.
And they are sorry:
they can't get back all that
they gave me once
because my heart possesses it.
But they're not able
to possess me any more.
I didn't used to love
but I'm still loving.
I'll always be...