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reminiscing "love"

01-25-2010 at 07:03:18 PM

reminiscing "love"

Sixteen
I once had a love
a real love
a love that gave me a great fire inside
Love never hurt me
Love always made sure I was happy
I thank Love
for showing me love
Love and I talked about everything
Love and I did everything together
Love and I made LOVE
Love and I once shared a kiss that was so passionate
I felt the fire inside of me burning abundantly
that kiss did things to me I never thought possible
Love kept me in a trance
soft, luscious, and delectable lips
drowning in juices
Simply speechless....
I once thought i was in love before Love came into my life
I would find out later that my true love
Love
was the one I adored
Everything was perfect
I couldn't ask for more
All seen the new glow in my countenance
I was on top of the world
Love and I were invencible
I kept loving Love...
until one day
we lost touch
things were never the same
It all happened so sudden...
as I go on with the rest of my life questioning....
what went wrong...
was it something I did....
I thought we were happy together
Many say when something's going wrong in a relationship
they suggest a list
a list of pros and cons
they say if the cons out weigh the pros... get rid of "Love"
but if the pros out weigh the cons... fight for Love
I intended to fight
but Love was gone
Love left with no words... no closure
Now, all I have is memories
memories that replay in my head constantly
while listening to the many songs we called "our songs"
Trying to find closure
I sit wondering if we'll ever be what we once were
if love still remember the delightful times we had
which seemed to be lost in the past
Will I ever meet Love again...
or even a love just as great or greater...
I wonder...
I wonder...
while im wondering....
im reminiscing love
at sixteen who knows love
we assume love
but the love who i thought was real love
was lust
taken by passion
driven by force
innocent blood shed
unveiled
reminiscing "love"
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Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.