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Love Was Inocent

At one time, love was inocent.
At one time love was pure.
At one time love was true.

How I wish - that time came back.
When two people fell in love at
first sight. After that their love 
would grow.

Love was inocent, long ago. Today
love is not what it used to be. The
word love is now used too freely.

Love is not inocent no more.
It has been taken advantage off.
The word love has been used 
and abused... 

Written by Lucilla M. Carrillo
10/16/2012

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Honestly J.T. Date: 1/1/2013 11:16:00 PM This is very true. I like this poem - JH Login to Reply

Polly Plafcan Date: 10/23/2012 1:12:00 AM Lucilla, what a winner! I so enjoyed reading this lovely piece and these words are so true... My pleasure...Warmest regards, Polly Login to Reply

Len Gasun Date: 10/17/2012 10:00:00 PM Wow! This is so wonderful and so true! Thank you so much for sharing Lucilla and your precious time reading my latest poem. I'm sorry if i just came because I've just came from a week off, a camp. Oh nice to hear that your husband is having business in Thailand. Well, good luck always! love Leonora Login to Reply

Michael J. Falotico Date: 10/16/2012 4:49:00 PM Love had so many sides, it can break, glow or close up and hide. It's how you want it and see it that's important. My 2cents. Hugs Michael Login to Reply

Poet Destroyer A Date: 10/16/2012 3:29:00 PM Hi Lucy, i wish this one time was right now. love is an ever after, that just left us all.... sometimes i feel like it is an obligation to say them words... "I LOVE YOU"..enjoyed your awesome poem.. always~ PD Login to Reply

Sara Kendrick Date: 10/16/2012 3:23:00 PM Yes, we use the word carelessly sometimes..Enjoyed reading your informative work..Thanks for stopping by..Sara Login to Reply

Anne-Lise Andresen Date: 10/16/2012 3:12:00 PM The time that was, the young play and laugh and in love every new day .. that time is probably gone forever Lucilla. - But to be in love or be loved is NEVER too late! A melancholic poem about life, age and dreams - Lovely written dear Lucilla. - Have a nice afternoon. - oxox love Anne-Lise :) Login to Reply

Polly Plafcan Date: 10/16/2012 2:58:00 PM What you've written is so very true and makes for some very deep thinking. Enjoyed it! Regards, Polly Login to Reply