Stollen moments in the night as
the kaddie dids were singing
We danced to their music
Darkness and yet a slight hue of light
that casted a slight shadow on your face
Singing love spoken words, and kisses
inbetween, is where we shared our
afterhours, even the park bench had
our names engraved in a heart
Looking at each others eyes we knew
we could feel beneath all that kindered
our souls, we both knew commodities this
valuable would only be in our dreams
Possessing each others feelings, we
needed no longer to explain, a vision, no
it was one soul blended from two hearts
Love after the loving always seems to
become complicated, there are too
many obsticles to get distracted from
Rather than rationalize the importance
of what mistakes each of us would regret
for a lifetime, seemed rather non existant
Like a story with a beginning, and a middle
there was no ending, nor will there ever be,
maybe this is what eternal love means like
a story untold.........
Yet another beautiful piece Bonnie. Really enjoyed. Regards. Craig.
I read it the first time, and the poem brought to me the image of The Notebook I read it the second time, and I could only dwell on the lines, Rather than rationalize the importance of what mistakes each of us would regret for a lifetime, seemed rather non existant How appealing a poem is this
The story of love goes on, , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , ,10
And isn't love just wonderful. I did enjoy your story and hope that your love never does end. Irene
'Love after the loving always seems to become complicated, there are too many obsticles to get distracted from' A very beautiful poem. The last stanza is excellent. My love for it with 10.
a story untold...a love story very well you unfold...good piece 10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A captivating poem from the first word to the last. Excellent! Andrew '10'