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poised now
the twilight
to turn away the moon –
denied by fate
to see her
blushing bride
given to excuses
for what might never be
let me in
she pleaded
with the tide
how can I
when nothing here
is making me of sense
and surely love so real
will bring me shame
of passions sweet
such tenderness
I yearn to know your ways
to still my heart from bursting
yours
the same
what am I
but ancient steel
some distance from the sun
brushed aside
my honor
for your breeze
as memories
the past resolved
as living let me love
provision now for something
I can’t see
hold the night
a moment more
let me hear your sigh
returning me to silence
waning here
before the dawn
of leaving lost –
there I hold you still
forgotten now
my story –
distance marked
by fear
Author’s Note: Partially inspired by a quote shared with me by a student –
“But holding people away from you, and denying yourself love, that doesn’t make you strong. If anything it makes you weaker, because you’re doing it out of fear.”
tornadoday 
I love this picture!
as do I………… Thank you, James. ~ Love, Me
Fear is always weaker than love. In the end, love trumps all adversities.
~xo~
Himself
True, dear Paul. Our strength is forever in our humility – our willingness to dream, to love, and to die in both if needed. Thank you so much… Ever love, Bobbie
with every love his confidence falters
for they do not choose to trust
but desist and resist just as much
while he always trusts too much
and has no one but himself to blame
so he forgives himself
…
There is no such thing as trusting too much or loving too much. You may think yourself deceived if you trust too much, but to deny yourself that freedom to truly love would be the worst of all sins. Beautiful as ever, dear Vimal. ~ Love, Bobbie
truth she speaks
i tend to exaggerate my exploits
you are right in saying
love is never lost
but so much sweeter
wiser, stronger
is that which is yet to be
🙂
Always, and when we get to that place, we never ever think ‘man, I should have stayed back there’. As we blossom, so our love. Indeed, never lost……never lost at all. Thank you, Vimal. ~ Love ever, Bobbie
Your student blessed you with a dose of imspiration, but your poem just took it to another level! Love exists everywhere around us in all that lives, and if we are sensitive to it’s melody, it will bless you endlessly each day. It will bless the essence of love that one harbors within, helping it to blossom and grow…there is no real loss with love only a much newer and stronger gain. I remember some words somewhere, as one spoke, ‘when i think of love i think of you and when i think of you i think of love,’ and they were refering to God. Which many say of Him he is the beginning of love in all… so love never goes away but stays endlessly… wonderful poem Bobbie!
Thank you, Wendell, and you are so right. But I would dare to say that we think of God when we think of love, and think of love when we think of God……because they are the same. One could never be separated from the other. Kinda sounds like another poem in the works……….. Thank you for that. ~ Love, Bobbie
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