The quest for love
an uphill climb,
the footholds
loose and failing
Scrapes heal, and
hearts yearning
begin again, forget
the falls, aspire
Unconditional love
a dizzying height,
soulmates and
pre-destination
Goals for romantics,
by my heart reaches
for a memory, a return
to the beginning
When kisses warm
and embraces strong
conveyed desirability,
love’s reverence a peak
much steeper to attain
when age, in its folly
lusts after a youth’s game,
time a cruel intervener.
I was particularly touched by the eloquent way in the second stanza where you described such a common place where many of us have gone.
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Thanks, LuAnne.
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This poem is so honest and poignant and really well written. Thanks for sharing. My guilty pleasure has to be cheese and so this is my first one to kick the challenge off in case you have time to read? Sam š
https://peacockpoetryblog.wordpress.com/2018/04/01/cheese-you-tease/
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Thank you, Sam. Sure will.
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Oh goodness, so true š Yet remains compelling for some of us… š
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…ever the romantics, lol.
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So inciteful. Thanks
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Appreciate your feedback. Thanks you.
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love that power ending “time a cruel intervener” and flow all through
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Thank you.
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Time indeed intervenes – there’s no going back. Even the memories lose luster over time.
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Just dreams that replay – that’s where this came from. Happy Easter, Jazz.
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