Linda Alice Fowler Poet Rondeau Redouble

I Will Always Wonder

I will always wonder what sort of love we had.
I was naive and blindly infatuated.
You were seventeen years older than I, and sad. 
From the beginning our shaky love was fated.

We had met and I fell, but patiently waited,
a fact for which both of our families were glad.
Even though we spoke with words insinuated,
I will always wonder what sort of love we had.

I wonder if we were a curious dyad.
Was this acerbic love become hate belated?
Only God will decide if this is good or bad. 
I was naive and blindly infatuated.

Love faded rapidly after we had dated.
I wondered if I should remain calm or be mad, 
I questioned guilty feelings that were created.
You were seventeen years older than I, and sad. 	

You were time-worn, emotionally armor-clad.
I understand now you would never be sated.
You bore the spirit of an unsettled nomad, 
from the beginning our shaky love was fated.

Achingly romantic dreams I had created,
a basis for lifetime togetherness’ launchpad.
Alas, I have become confused and frustrated.
Tomorrow, in a renewed search for Galahad, 
			I will always wonder.

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Speaks Volumes March 24, 2023 at 11:37 PM Its scary when you look back and wonder. Its a straight forward subject with so many questions. I really appreciated this Linda, even if it is fiction, it is so true to some. Never heard literature attack such a subject before. Well done. Linda Alice Fowler March 25, 2023 at 6:05 AM Thank you Wen. Of course, it is fiction but I'v lived long enough to have heard this same true story several times. :)

Bj Legros Kelley March 24, 2023 at 3:06 AM This is sad, and certainly the kind of relationship that would leave you wondering. A wonderful write, deep and searching. <3 Linda Alice Fowler March 24, 2023 at 8:24 AM You are so kind with your words BJ. I appreciate you. :) Thanks for commenting!

Joanna Daniel March 24, 2023 at 2:06 AM This is wonderfully written, Linda, great flow and meaning, though a little sad in tone:) Linda Alice Fowler March 24, 2023 at 8:23 AM Thank you Jo. I always welcome your kind comments. :)

Panagiota Romios March 23, 2023 at 1:15 PM I liked this because you and I both had. Older boyfriends . My parents were freaked out. But it was not really love. When love came around, it was simp,e. Isaw him, one look at him, I decided this was my husband to be. I never felt such certainty. No mushy stuff, just…oh, here he is. We eloped to SF in a bizzard. The most wonderful adventure of my life.lol You know some of my wilder times, years later Non regrette byEdith Piaf. Pangie xo…email coming.)) Linda Alice Fowler March 24, 2023 at 8:22 AM Thank you for your thoughtful comments Pangie. It's wonderful your found THE one. :)

Victor Buhagiar March 23, 2023 at 10:33 AM Love lost will always keep you wondering why. Linda Alice Fowler March 23, 2023 at 11:16 AM Yes, indeed Victor. hugs! :)

Daniel Turner March 23, 2023 at 9:40 AM Well written, Linda. You do this form very well. Good luck:) soupmail Linda Alice Fowler March 23, 2023 at 10:00 AM Thank you Daniel. This is the second poem I've posted in this form. I wrote several before I thought I got it right. I keep learning :)