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I have painted a picture
of the tulips you gave me.
The occasion that will always be, 
just between us, is represented in 
the background of fiery red.

They were the most delicate
pale shade, like the pallor of 
my shock on the discovery, 
and how you fell from grace,
like their petals onto the table.

I painted them intact,
Timeless, like we are
and will always remain.

For love is like a journey,
and tulips can heal, sometimes better
than any convulsion of regret.
The moment of giving
is, when forgiveness wins or loses
and what passes for love 
is sometimes, a private history.

Suzanne Delaney

Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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Date: 2/9/2016 2:45:00 PM
Philosophical, enlightening, witty. wonderful reminders.
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Date: 2/7/2016 11:16:00 AM
The words are sweet, full of life and promise, and the message is sweet to both heart and soul. Emile.
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Date: 2/5/2016 8:35:00 AM
I think a lesson we learn as we grow older and make our own mistakes. Emotional write, Suzanne.
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Date: 2/5/2016 5:47:00 AM
Forgiveness is always so very important. A lovely write, Suz. T.J
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Date: 2/3/2016 3:51:00 AM
good poem "for love is like a journey''
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Date: 2/3/2016 12:35:00 AM
TIS BETTER TO FORGIVE THAN TO BLEED. Dad always told we kids that forgiveness frees two hearts and the one doing the forgiving gain the greater reward. Life in 61 years has taught me the correctness of that. Excellent poem. A7
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Suzanne Delaney
Date: 2/4/2016 12:04:00 AM
Yes ROBERT: I agree too. Everyone makes mistakes and it usually about themselves and not the one they have hurt. Harboring resentment only makes you ill yourself. Best, SuZ