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Monday, 01 February 2010

A Lost Love

By Ellen Younkins

My love, the one I had so long ago
speaks to me in whispers, oh so low.

I barely hear him and when I do,
I remember all we shared, just we two.

He comes in darkness and in my sleep
and in my dreams to make me weep.

He's in my thoughts each night and day
and forever in my heart, in every way.

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Posted by Ronni Bennett at 02:30 AM | Permalink | Email this post


A touching poem. I can feel the love.

From Alfred Lord Tennyson's poem In Memoriam,1850:

I hold it true, whate'er befall;
I feel it, when I sorrow most;
'Tis better to have loved and lost
Than never to have loved at all.

Thank you for sharing your beautiful poem...poignant and bittersweet.

You pinched a nerve in all of us who have ever loved and lost.

Now that's good, very good!
Change the he/him to she/her and you got me!

This did not come up at first until I noticed it said 2010/01 in the URL. Changed it to 2010/02 and here it is. A reminder of love lost. It is good to think about these things every once in a while.

It would be my guess that everyone has a lost love and the bittersweet memory lasts a lifetime.

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