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by William Mae Dec 4, 2017
Love, romance /
Why must the beat of lonesomes heart,
Chime in with constant pain,
Remind me of what could have been,
Leave me deeply stained.
For if our world were different,
And we had met in youth,
Our love would have been natural,
And that would be our truth.
Nights would find us deep entwined,
In candles lighted room,
Flesh to flesh in soft embrace,
Locked in a lovers swoon.
With panting breath in perfect sync,
Two hearts would claim their soul,
The ending consummates a love,
Destined long ago.
Who could say what might have been,
If we would had our chance,
To have the love that should have been,
But life denied our dance.
Love still lives and love is strong,
Yet silence makes pain sharp,
And even though love is quieted,
It still lives in our heart.
This is stunningly beautiful yet so very sad
by Meena Krish
I feel... its that pinning and the silence of what could have been
makes this bond respectful, cherished and very deeply loved...
So happy to see you writing again and this is simply simple
by Kitty Cat Lady
Ah William, I really get this. A brilliant write, with wonderful flow and rhyming and a real sense of 'what could have been'. :-) x
by Matt Carroll