Love,Sweet tasteOf bittersweetTo have for a momentThen gone with timeYet not reallyIt remainsAs a shadowAlways thereAttachedNo matter the dayOr the amount of sunIt staysAt leastA bit.
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love, sweet, time, last, bitter
I am a poet at heart.A writer in dreams.A father always.A man.
I am, perhaps, me.
You’ve reminded me of the paradox of wishing it to go away and hoping it won’t. Aaah love. Not easy to pin down or define.
Agreed…it is just what it is and I don’t think anyone really understands it. it can elate us with such joy…crush us with it’s weight and devastate us with it’s departure….stupid love…lol.
– Paul Rees-Jones
I like this a lot. A nice soft feel to it. Like speaking your opinion under the moon…
Yes….it always does seem to remain in some way even if we don’t want it to…But that’s part of the magic and mysteries of it, I think….:) xo