Proximity

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Proximity



Eternity is nearly here, where is my gleeful gain.
Infinity is not enough to hold this unwelcome pain.
Of this love so joyful so happy so very refined
Until we ran out of time, your heart no long mine.

 

We almost had a perfect love or it’s Proximity.
Distance seems short, basking in our unanimity.
So close, not far with emotions that buzzed.
We played with love not knowing what it was.

 

No communication then needs just evolve.
Apart who'd thought love could dissolve?
Who ever dreamt it could be totally gone,
so close, yet so far from perfect love but we lingered on.

Own words vowed unweaving love so refine.
Our profession of love, did fed that fire.
Deep emotions drew on  poems that inspires.
W
ith unchallengeable godly and pristine swirl.
I the captured girl, a background for your harp.
Using luring words I response-a sluggish Carp.

 

Duke & Earl, every word my treasured pearl.
A true love from our first look, its  our world.
Turning more real,  forces beyond us each day.
Unbeknown to us, things turned another way.
A way foreign more and more, & hard to show.
Until in time I had no choice but to let you go.

 

Perfect love or in that neighborhood's proximity.
Stolen kisses of lip, you called sweet nips of joy. 
You never tire of me,  sweetness of a boy.
P
erfect love could it be, or in that proximity.
Naïve, blinded by love, is now but just a fantasy.

 

 

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Sempersperans commented on Proximity

09-14-2009

How you write with such painful honesty is wholly admirable ; you combine sensitivity & courage beautifully . I hope you have now moved beyond the pain of a deep relationship into calmer emotional seas . Bravo , your alchemy turns all to gold ! Sempersperans

Sylvia2046 commented on Proximity

08-08-2009

We all have an unforgetable love, a treasure love that give eternal touch.

CatsMeow

08/28/2009

I miss him, But "Faith ends where worry begins!" I go on..

Hampton commented on Proximity

07-14-2009

A nicely crafted poetic story of love that almost was.

GentleT commented on Proximity

07-07-2009

Sounds like you could be remembering a first love of which one never forgets but seldom does it hold through time. But a cherished memory of one's heart.

CatsMeow

07/08/2009

Thanks for thr comment.

Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.

T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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