His heart,
paralysed
His eyes,
misguided
His hands,
incapable
His body,
decrepit
His mind,
incompetent
She leaves him...unforgiven
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Memories of love never pass. They linger long after the source of stimulation has faded. Love is also whimsical and temperamental, it comes when it pleases and goes away without warning. We have to accept and enjoy it while it remains, but spend no time worrying about its departure. Worry will never bring it back. It's a lovely poem, well articulated and nicely penned. Thanks for sharing and do keep it up. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON.