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Rated: E · Poetry · Experience · #1690295
A poem of lost love
I slowly approach the spot,
The spot that means a lot.
It's like I'm treading on holy ground
A place where memories abound.

For this is where we'd meet,
When love was new and sweet.
Those days are gone and yet
I know I'll never forget.

For we were young and free
And our love seemed meant to be.
How could we know a tragic day
Was not far away.

The place looks different now
And yet the same somehow.
After all these years
The stream twinkles with tears.

In reverence the trees bow low
It's as if they know
That I have returned to this place
To remember those bygone days.

When we would hide away
On a sunny Saturday,
Smiling, laughing, enjoying -
Our love a precious, secret thing

But today, my love, you cannot join me
At least as in those days gone by
And yet you will be with me always
When I come to this special place.

Your parting caused such pain
I scarce could take it in
A road, a car, a braking
A heart left forever aching.

My tears fell like rain,
My prayers were all in vain,
Now you will always be
Forever young in my memory.

Your ways, your smile, your living,
Your surprises, your hurts, your giving -
I might have known it could not be
You were too beautiful for me.

But in my heart I have thoughts of you
My own true love for a year or two.
And here in this place I feel you near
I see your face in the water clear.

Maybe I didn’t mean that much to you
But you meant the world to me, it’s true
In that short while you touched me so
And now it seems so long ago

So I linger at this spot,
The spot that mean a lot
A reminder of a secret past
And days too wonderful to last.







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