Mihaela Pirjol


When Love Was Young - Poem by Mihaela Pirjol

I forgot your eyes open in my heart
Whenever I close mine, you look at me;
Would that look ever meet my eyes again?
Would my heart ever bounce gleefully
At the sound of your smile in your voice?

When Love was young, jocund and jolly,
My sound-elated heart sung melodies of love,
Now, an archaic cadence echoes lost within:

"No more songs to sing with passion
No longer to anticipate reaction;
No matter melodies you sing
My hopes of love will never bring;
And I shall never live to see
The beauty of a rose unfurled in thee;
Its gentle, lovely velvet touch
I dearly love, so very much."

When Love was young, as a conductor
Would rise harmonically an orchestra
Reviving life amongst the dead around;
Would soar and sense, and touch Divine,
Dazzling the knowledge with answers;

That permanent presence in absence,
That balmy warmth around my heart,
Roused at your memory.

Topic(s) of this poem: love, nostalgia

Form: Dramatic Monologue


Comments about When Love Was Young by Mihaela Pirjol

  • Souren Mondal (3/17/2016 3:16:00 AM)


    I think Daniel has given a complete interpretation to the poem with which I agree entirely, particularly your use of the archaic in the middle of the poem.. It does show the 'past' of love.. On a personal note, I had too seen many a love turn into almost indifference as time goes on.. It is really sad, but maybe a reality.. A wonderful poem Miheala.. Just wonderful. (Report) Reply

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  • Edward Kofi Louis (2/29/2016 8:41:00 AM)


    Jocund and jolly! Roused at your memory. Thanks for sharing this poem with us. (Report) Reply

  • Mohammed Asim Nehal (10/11/2015 11:01:00 AM)


    What a love!
    That permanent presence in absence,
    That balmy warmth around my heart,
    Roused at your memory.
    (Report) Reply

  • (6/8/2015 5:07:00 AM)


    this is beauuuuutiful, love should always be sweet... i think so (Report) Reply

  • Sarojkanta Dash (5/16/2015 12:03:00 AM)


    That permanent presence in absence, - beautiful line. Memory is again the key player. Yeah, love is unfailing and inescapable. thanks for this brilliant poem (Report) Reply

  • Daniel Brick (4/12/2015 2:06:00 AM)


    When love was young - Love ages just as we do? But at a faster rate? Your poem answers both of those questions YES. That adds another layer of loss to the palimpsest of our emotional lives. Many poems nudge me toward a new way of seeing something, this one got inside me and took over for a while. The stanza that moved me was the third which you identified as a NOVEL CADENCE. The rhymes and slightly archaic language pulled into the poem's core of loss, it's a large open space with memories crowded into a corner. It will be cathartic to re-present those memories to the sad but enlightened heart. But a poem like this does not prevaricate or equivocate. It tells the truth, the worst of it is in remembering the sweet things in the first stanza. Remembering in the later stanzas is of a different order, it's almost impersonal, almost restorative. The light is returning! (Report) Reply

  • Rajesh Thankappan (3/29/2015 3:43:00 AM)


    When the love is young there is an element of magic in it, but when it ages they unlike wine may lose its sheen. In this context, I am reminded of Shakespeare's sonnet No.116 which while providing a contrasting viewpoint goes on to say, ' Let me not to the marriage of true minds admit impediments.' Your poem is thus one half of the story and the Shakespeare's poem is another half of the story. Both the stories are true and they combine to make the life whole. A superb poem.10/10 (Report) Reply

  • Kim Barney (3/27/2015 2:32:00 PM)


    Very nice. Enjoyed immensely. Have voted it a ten! (Report) Reply

  • Terry Craddock (3/26/2015 6:08:00 PM)


    Sparkle Diamonds Laugh Life Choice

    I love the sound of a smile in a voice
    eyes that sparkle diamonds laugh life choice
    dusting off silk spiderweb memory lines


    Copyright © Terence George Craddock
    Written in March 2015 on the 27.3.2015.
    Inspired by the poem 'When Love Was Young' by Mihaela Pirjol.
    Dedicated to the poet Mihaela Pirjol.
    (Report) Reply

  • Terry Craddock (3/26/2015 5:49:00 PM)


    loved this poem, this line especially haunts, 'Now, a novel cadence echoes lost within'; I also love the sound of a smile in a voice, eyes that sparkle, thus your poem roused memories 10+ :) (Report) Reply

  • Kelly Kurt (3/26/2015 2:00:00 PM)


    A beautiful poem I was touched. Thank you for sharing (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, March 26, 2015

Poem Edited: Saturday, March 19, 2016


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