'The mist of love
That flows in the air
Is felt in the heart
That truly cares
And though only
A fleeting chance
Still it was a great
And fine romance
Our love was fragile
Like the wind that blows
Streams of tenderness
On the river that flows
As quiet connection
Was whispered softly
Across the fields
And near the trees
Yet this would come
To a sudden end
As doubts emerge
That cannot be mend
A time I most regret
This heart that I adore
An aching reality that
Our love is no more.'
Love is like a sprayed perfume, lovely to live with it around...but the mist of love is not forever sometimes, it gone when wind blows...heart feel hurt when it feel best first then we lost at last..nice poem James, it kinda remind me to your contest poem_Soul
flow like brook singing dancing advancing lovely write
The truth of a mystical love is Crystal clear in this write..... I liked the way you expressed yr emotion
Awe, such a lovely poem...I almost cried at the end...thank you for sharing, Jesus James...I would be glad if you could visit my poem Raindrops Keeps on Falling Thank you...Perfect 10!
Great Title, The Mist Of Love AS a mist we all should have a chance for Love. But I understand that a mist is temporary. The Mist will return.
A beautiful sad poetical interlude of losing love, it's mist disappearing with the wind. Touches the heart strings of sorrow carefully with interior tears. Thank you for sharing. RoseAnn
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
love- no more, good write, thanks.