Love evolves –
a consideration
we overlooked
those day when
passion drove us
to fanciful displays
Tried to align myself
to the certainty
of your dreams
but my compass
was set elsewhere
Memory, though
has tattooed us
on my heart;
the ink still bleeds.
(Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image mine.)
When overlooked it tends to happen, lost by those fanciful things world displays.
The most precious are lost so
Good one
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A marvellous evocation of regret
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Thank you. That is it exactly
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I love this one….the ink still bleeds…. wonderful!
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Thanks Anne!
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A beautiful poem VJ
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Thank you!
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The strength lies in the recognition and acceptance. Nice write.
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Thanks Heather
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You’re welcome.
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So very true . Loved, “Memory, though
has tattooed us
on my heart;
the ink still bleeds.” ❤️
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Thanks
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Nice😊
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I love the poem and the image in equal measure!
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❤️❤️
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😊
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Love evolves on its own, as well as the people who are in love, but, when one person refuses to grow, to mature, and the other, keeps on, growing, changing, then, the two will, drift, farther, and, farther apart, until one day, they don’t, even recognize each other, and/or, themselves, anymore.
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Yes. Well said.
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