Love's denial.

I must not pretend
that she is more than just a friend,
but why my heart beat twice
and quite so often thrice,
and why this loving pain,
as the blood rush through my vein,
her absence, I do not have a care,
but why? do I search so everywhere
at the laughtered softness of her voice,
I'd lie, if I said, I did not so rejoice,
but; I wish my mind and heart would agree,
that she means naught to me,
find me, some wise old alchemist,
to unravel the tangle of this mist,
but would not he, tell me,
what my heart doth realize,
when the warmth I see,
of her Autumn coloured eyes,
and all that now I realize.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Nov 2016
About this poem:
Written so many years ago to my then the love of my life and now the loving absence and its pain.

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godsprincessonline today!
Very beautiful poem and tribute to a beautiful love Phil. Here's a hug hug

Kathy teddybear
lovecanbereal
Hi Phil - Quality poetry - inspiring
reguiny2006
Hello Kathy, Thanks for he hug an your, nsupport ans. Usual,
Phil.teddybear
reguiny2006
Hello good guy from Sydny, Thank for your supportativenm feedback, much appreciated, Philwine
lindsyjonesonline today!
Most beautiful write my dear Phil. Love as felt for whom you have loved.

Thanks for sharing dear friend.wave wine
reguiny2006
Hello Phyllis, Bless you for reading and your lovely comment, love Phil.
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