I called you my
blossom
You were a flower
for me
Just for me alone
You were generous
With an abundance
of love
Life so beautiful
We enjoyed the
riches
Of life’s rich
fecundity
Always together
Cold and now
alone
Penalized without
your love
But our fruit
spread wide
Love blooms and fades into our seasons-I hope that we all love with our whole hearts with the time that we are given. There is little disparity in the thought of spreading the seeds, how naturally this happens. Very sweet.
ReplyDeleteps~I like the new worldly view!
aw this is so bitter sweet but its true that those seeds are nice to have.
ReplyDeleteSo sad when love's blossom fades or dies.
ReplyDeleteA sad poem of loss. I wish a new blossom would arrive on your doorstep.
ReplyDeleteBlossoms can die but the love is eternal. It's our reliance on inadequate physical sensations that makes us think otherwise.
ReplyDeleteBetter to have loved..and lost..as it's said..perhaps the pain of loss can never be lost? No mind, it is a beautiful poem OldEgg..Jae
ReplyDeleteKnowing you I shouldn't be surprised at your works, but I constantly am. A Really beautiful lament.
ReplyDeleteI feel the sadness in this piece.
ReplyDeleteThis is a beautiful piece. It's sad yet sweet.It sounds like a wonderful relationship and although it came to an end, you have fruit to show for it.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful poem. There was even hope after the love had left - their fruit going on in a tangible reminder of their love for each other.
ReplyDeletebeautiful and sad, a universal truth. It is the way it is, for one to go on ahead and the other to be alone for a time. I am grad that there is widespread fruit though...a comfort at time maybe? Hugs.
ReplyDeleteI love your poems on love. They are pure and innocent. It must have been such a privilege to have been loved by someone who writes such sunlit words.
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