The excitement of young love,
A heart taken unexpectedly, a dream,
Shocked by the giddiness, the rapid heart beat,
The heat of ecstasy filtering through the bloodstream.
**
Destined, a love that was meant to be,
The meeting of the eyes, the cautious smile,
Soon turned to a flattering grin,
It looks like love was back in style.
**
The late night phone calls,
The silken voice whispering in an ear,
The promises of forever,
While the nervous butterflies flutter inside in fear.
**
The joining of two bodies,
The gift of touch, a sensual kiss and erotic pleasure,
To feel once again, the opening of two hearts,
To explore at depth and in leisure.
**
Until the end,
The devastating finale of a broken heart,
The ache of loss, the power of grief,
Wondering at the cruelty of two hearts apart.
**
Life moves on,
The pain buried deep inside,
The heart irreparably shattered,
And the love torn asunder until it eventually died.
**
Two beings wandered the darkened pathway of loss,
Trying to stem the tide of loneliness with strangers,
Riding the waves of regret, never staying for long,
Instead, burying the love — one’s sanity forever in danger.
**
Decades pass but the memories survive,
Until fate takes a path as a chance meeting,
Two long lost lovers reunited,
And a deep love affair once more repeating.
**
But alas, time has not been kind,
Two beings that have outgrown their youth,
Attempting to rekindle the magic,
Until they eventually face the truth.
**
The young love buried within the memories,
Never survived those devastating lost years,
Change and growth had paved each pathway,
Ensuring there was nothing left but the tears.
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Colleen Millsteed
My first love is poetry — it’s like a desperate need to write, to free up space in my mind, to escape the constant noise in my head. Most of the time the poems write themselves — I’m just the conduit holding the metaphorical pen.
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Comments (4)
Wistful, heartbreaking, hopeful, & tragic.
This was so sad. I thought they would be happily reunited. But yes, life doesn't always give us what we want. A very poignant poem!
What a beautiful and heartbreaking poem Colleen, Happy Halloween!
Beautifully written, as always.