The forgotten story...

by Amreen   Sep 3, 2012

Today when I opened
the book of my memories,
I encountered a dried rose
drenched with the aroma
of a blissful history...

My ambience got filled
with its faint fragrance,
making me sense,
just like a young blossom
when kissed with grace...

I remember the day I saw him,
my senses convinced me
that he does possess the radiance,
to shimmer my life,
with the touch of glee...

I haven't owned the courage ever,
to say to him that
his love for me is like
the moon in the night,
giving meaning to my soul...

I was always shy to say
that my love for him is true,
that he is the twinkle of my eye,
that he is my beloved,
that.... I really love him...

Still... I am happy today,
despite he isn't mine,
as he was the first petal of affection
in my garden of life,
defining the beauty of love to me...

And his remembrance for me
is like the gentle scent of the soil,
which exudes a splash of thoughts,
the rain of my love falls on it...

[Written for a club challenge by Ingrid]


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  • 6 years ago

    by Hannah Lizette

    Ah, this is going straight into my favorites.
    I simply love it... the imagery of her opening a book of her memories, photo album/scrapbook.. and seeing the rose that still has scent and all those memories and feelings flood back... love it!

  • 6 years ago

    by Lune de ma vie

    Real powerful, very sweet and explains love at it's finest.
    Truly magical, I can relate in areas with love and someone showing you exactly what no other person as ever been able to show you, opening your heart to a whole new world. I'm experience it now actually and it is a journey, taking the bad with the good because love is truly worth it.

    You were really able to explain the feelings within you so simply yet in a way that is deep and full of strong loving, passionate emotion. I really enjoyed this write, beautifully done. Keep it up.

  • 6 years ago

    by TSI25

    Ending two stanzas were profoundly powerful. always good to end strong. in a couple places the flow tripped me up a little, "say to him that" for instance made me stop and think about whether it was an error before reading the next line and realizing that it wasnt, but that might just be my reading/writing style coming out in conflict with yours

    over all this is an amazing poem.

  • 6 years ago

    by Alanis

    You really are a remarkable writer with much to offer^^
    This poem was outstanding with emotion so deep we had to dig to find it. Keep writing

  • 6 years ago

    by Marvellous

    Every Beginning, shades a truth. When it's over, result is called.