Chuck Novotny Poet Rhyme

She's Marrying Again

She's marrying again,
and the promises flying
when her lips were mine -
they're now dying.

I broke near all
'til she couldn't take
what I'd become, and left
in truth for my own sake.

Pain being an elusive thing,
beyond descript' or human speech,
yet only availed by human touch
was healing come within my reach.

I'd come to her so damaged,
a human deeply scored
by assertions and desertions;
she rose to hero accord.

I'd believed her presence part of me,
our lives entwined forever,
and in that life I did find healing.
And does love die? No. Never.

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Vince Suzadail Jr. April 3, 2012 at 8:13 AM Sad, but life does go on but recovering from the effects is a battle royal.

Carol Sunshine Brown April 2, 2012 at 5:51 AM What a way to start a new week seeing all the comments made over the weekend to my poetry. Thank you ever so much for your kind words on my poetry Chuck. It was a pleasure to read you poetry this morning. Love, Carol

Elizabeth Wesley April 1, 2012 at 11:36 AM A Wonderful verse with so many truths to ponder. Most of us bear the scars of past relationships that didn't work out. I sure enjoyed this. Lizzie

Carolyn Devonshire March 31, 2012 at 12:32 PM How sad that you feel you were responsible for her leaving, Chuck. It seems I meet a lot of people who are "damaged" and "deeply scarred." Still, there has to be a match for us, doesn't there? And you're right on target in the last verse. Those we truly love are always in our hearts, even after breakups. Love, Carolyn Chuck Novotny April 2, 2012 at 12:45 AM Thank you for your thoughts. I own my part of what took place, and choose to write about what I can be certain of; my feelings. She was part of my life for a long time and I learned much from her. And love, real love, has no ending point.