Forget Me Not

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    Forget Me Not

    Our new found love is exciting and fun,
    We share ourselves, telling of all we’ve done.
    In our closeness, our lives are fused together,
    We make a promise to remain together forever.
    But I realize as we grow with time,
    You cannot ever fully be mine.
    Our lives were too different in the past,
    And our future together would never last.

    Now I know we must lead our lives apart,
    While keeping fond memories close to our hearts.
    Please treasure love with each passing day,
    It helped us to grow in a very special way.
    Like the tiny flower that wilts and dies,
    My fading love for you also cries,
    “Forget Me Not”.

    Remember me always with smiles and gladness,
    Regret not our meeting, with tears and sadness.
    For if you feel sad at times of recall,
    I’d rather you remember me never at all.
    But like the flower that wilts and dies,
    My fading love for you will always cry,
    “Forget Me Not”.

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    Jfreri commented on Forget Me Not

    02-14-2018

    Reported as plagorism. A combination of words can tell somebodies heart and soul and subtle changes of a cry from the heart can really dampen the feel. It’s ok to relate to something you read one anonymously but to change it and call it your own is not artistic.

    Jfreri commented on Forget Me Not

    02-14-2018

    Our new found Love was exciting and fun we shared ourselves telling of all we’d done in our closeness our lives were fused together with a promise to remain together forever. But I realized as we grew with time that you could never be fully mine our lives were too different in the past our future together would never last but like the tiny flower that wilts and dies my fading love for you also cries forget me not remember me always with smiles and gladness regret not our moment of tears and sadness for if you feel sad at times of recall I’d rather you remember me never at all but like the the tiny flower that wilts and dies my fading love for you also cries forget me not.....I believe that’s how it was posted anonymously in seventeen poetry section 1987. Original version

    Poetry is finer and more philosophical than history; for poetry expresses the universal, and history only the particular.

    Aristotle (384 BC-322 BC) Greek philosopher.

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