An artist’s brush away

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    Another side of love.

    An artist’s brush away

    The love I have for you will never change,

    it is secure within in my heart forever,

    I feel so close to you yet, I fear,

    we are a whole universe apart.

    Both our lives are in limbo,

    new love frozen for all time.

    Both hands stretch across a canvas,

    but that touch is always an artist’s brush away.

    We sing of love from our soul,

    of passion unfrequented.

    Our minds, bodies and souls are being 

    tortured, torn asunder.

    In my mind our fertile land is going to seed,

    loves fertiliser unable to rejuvenate.

    It is time to be honest to our love inside,

    safe and secure on a dusty shelf.

    My angel, this last mountainous vista we face,

    a safe passage through we cannot find.

    Sanity I can no longer command,

    my life has no compass.

    With sadness we must accept, after all this time,

    that our union was never fated to be.

    Though for you I will always carry a flame,

    we must sign off the 'us' with 'I love you'.

    This torturous lovers journey, that once we thought destiny,

    has reached its natural end.

     

    Posted on Wednesday 14th January 2009 1:45 pm

     

     Phil Golding

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    Teardrops commented on An artist’s brush away

    10-26-2010

    when lovers have to part it should be this way . Well written and full of love's goodby thanks for the read Marie
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    LadyLuck commented on An artist’s brush away

    10-21-2010

    I just wish all loves could end this way. This more peaceful loving farewell. A beautiful poem of a love that wasnt meant to be more. a sad feeling. 10
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    A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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