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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

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

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

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

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

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

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 :)

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