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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A touching poem. I can feel the love.
Posted by: Mary B Summerlin | Monday, 01 February 2010 at 05:20 AM
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.
Posted by: Nancy | Monday, 01 February 2010 at 06:38 AM
Thank you for sharing your beautiful poem...poignant and bittersweet.
Posted by: Linda | Monday, 01 February 2010 at 08:23 AM
You pinched a nerve in all of us who have ever loved and lost.
Posted by: Johna Ferguson | Monday, 01 February 2010 at 11:06 AM
Now that's good, very good!
Change the he/him to she/her and you got me!
Posted by: James J Henry Jr | Monday, 01 February 2010 at 12:21 PM
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.
Posted by: Twin City Joan | Monday, 01 February 2010 at 06:05 PM
It would be my guess that everyone has a lost love and the bittersweet memory lasts a lifetime.
Posted by: Darlene | Tuesday, 02 February 2010 at 08:59 AM