The days when we were falling in love were intense as the flames grew ever higher and higher. Then one day the fire died down to embers and soon after the coals were lifeless and black. Sustained love takes great tending. Dying love takes only indifference. L.L.
The flame of love
just a cold loneliness.
I can’t make you love me, want me, or understand me. All I can do Is hope that someday you will. I’m not going to sit around waiting for you, but I will keep hoping you’ll want me before time creates too vast a distance between us. I’m waiting, but not forever. C.N.
In my story you’re the villain.
But in my heart,
you’re still the reigning King.
Coco J. Ginger
When you said you no longer loved me, I was devastated. It took years for that shadow to evaporate so I could see clearly again. Now I know I will love again, but never like that. My love for you is the forever type that never completely goes away. B.J.
I held her close for only a short time,
but after she was gone,
I’d see her smile on the face of a perfect stranger
and I knew she would be there with me
all the rest of my days.
Always I’ll remember that since you loved me once, even after twenty-five years there will still be some of that love left. No matter how much you deny it that love will be there. Whatever comes to you now or later my love for you will be part of its foundation. J.B.
I wonder how things might have turned out had we met at a different time. Never will there be doubt we loved each other, but we were committed to other people and dealing with the problems of those failing relationships. Is “us” still a possibility? D.K.
It’s scary being loved
because life is complicated
and all too often it throws you off balance
by sending you the right person at the wrong time.
Many memories fade over time, but not those of you. In the right circumstance I travel back and am almost there with you. It takes only a song, a smell, a sound, a rainy day, food prepared a particular way or a hundred other things and I am transported. H.P.
Twas but a word, a single word
A stranger’s lip expressed
And yet my spirit’s depths were stirred
With feelings long repressed.
Unbidden tear-drops dimmed my eyes,
My lips still wore a smile;
O how the heart can grief disguise,
And learn deception’s wile.
Thoughts, rushing thoughts, came wild and fast,
The present, it was not,
I only saw the long, long past,
How could it be forgot?
Young voices murmured in mine ear,
With radiant mirth and glee,
But I, alas! could only hear
The heart that spoke of thee.
And that hand was clasped in mind,
Once more thou were mine own,
And ‘neath the crescent pale shine,
On the hill-side, alone.
From “Memory” by ‘Mrs. Swift’
Originally published in the early 1800’s
in Neal’s Saturday Gazette