Edmund Calleja

(If you can't save the relationship,
at least save your pride. Unknown)

It was a strange love story
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Longings that have passed away are like
the beautiful bodies of the dead who never aged,
conceiled in slendid sepulchres by tearful mourers
with roses at their head and jasmine at their feet.
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The death of Love does away with elegies
As there's litle left to bury
Save sweet memories and heart aching.
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One grain of Love was all
I asked for
And not the Reapers of Sorrow and Joy
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The card you left with me
Was in your painful presence,
Surreal palpitations
Which touched my very essence.
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Do you remember the summer nights,
Those endless evenings of our Love
When you and I held our hands
And shared the longings of our eyes,
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The sensation of death only exists for the ones left here.
Every dear person, upon departing, becomes our protector –
After going through a period of longing,
We should be joyful, since we are better protected.
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(And let it be said that love is like a river
that flows deep into the heart of the soul) .
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(The walls we build around us to keep
sadness out also keeps out the joy.
Jim Rohn) .
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(Hope is faith holding out its hand in the dark. George Iles)

As the fairy dust settled gently
In the meadow of my poetry,
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(We always deceive ourselves twice about the people we love,
first to their advantage, then to their disadvantage. Albert Camus)

All my love I gave to you
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(I drink when I have an occasion,
and sometimes when I have no occasion - Cervantes) .
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A man has his dreams;
sometimes they had better be left unfulfilled.

Love is simply just amazing
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The death of Love begets
Remembrances of summer evenings
And unending dusks and twilights.
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There is a time in life
When autumn leaves lie scattered,
When dreams you never dreamt
Is all that ever mattered.
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His fickle heart he did renounce,
He could not bear its emptiness,
It felt a hollow shrine
Where dreams had lost their karma.
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The death of Love is a tolling bell
That mourns in sadness
Amid lonely lamentations.
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I think of you tonight my love
As nocturnal sadness fills the air,
And my lonely heart rues for you
But cannot find you anywhere.
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(What makes aging hard to bear is not the failing of one's facilities
mental and physical, but the burden of one's memories)

In the darkness of my Soul
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(Every poet loves two women; the one is the creation
of his imagination and the other is his beloved) .

My Other Spirit walks with me
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