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The saddest thing in life, some think is death, for separation is a deep abyss. No longer can one talk to loved one gone, and lips still hunger of the lover's kiss Yet sadder seems to be the death of love. A life that's shared devoid of passion's flame is seen in eyes that fill with cold disdain. When lips refuse to kiss, one turns in shame. Two souls apart, yet one by others seen. A shroud mistaken for a lover's veil that covers not a frenzied warm embrace Just requiem of love in stifled wail The death of love is worse than death of life, If yet unsure of this, then ask a wife Eileen Manassian

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Date: 5/3/2020 12:33:00 PM
The love gives meaning to the life .... so if the physical death comes after the death of love ... well ... it's just a formality at that point. It's a powerful sonnet with a timeless message. Well done.
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Date: 4/20/2020 4:29:00 PM
oh wow, now THAT's a SONNET. A Fave for me, woman!!
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Date: 4/19/2020 6:29:00 PM
Hello Eileen … your sonnet is wonderfully written Eileen. I truly did enjoy - thank you Eileen - Lindsay
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Date: 4/17/2020 6:08:00 PM
It is a sadness like a death inside. A pain that one can only feel to hide. I felt this poem deep down to my core. Wonderful musings. I hope all is well. JC Hawkens
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Date: 4/12/2020 7:29:00 PM
Hi Eileen, What pain your poem portrays. The loss of love and life is so painful. Look after yourself, Frances
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Date: 4/14/2020 5:24:00 AM
Thank you, Frances, for your visit. Life is not devoid of pain...nor is it devoid of joy. :)
Date: 4/12/2020 9:56:00 AM
Blessings for Easter. Hugs Rick.
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Date: 4/11/2020 1:21:00 PM
Wonderful poem. I agree with you but I am not eager to judge them definitely,,, since I would have to die. But there is no doubt the pain of a lost love is extreme. Have a great day my friend.
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Date: 4/9/2020 2:29:00 PM
Wishing this weren't true. Powerful poetry from your golden pen, Eileen. Hope all is well with you ~ John
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Date: 4/4/2020 5:08:00 PM
Dropping by with a hi and a hug.
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Date: 4/1/2020 2:11:00 PM
Yes indeed the loss of love is painful. Especially when she sees it being lavished on another. Mind you the opposite scenario is equally as devastating. Hugs Rick.
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Date: 4/1/2020 12:29:00 PM
Death comes but once and then it's gone...on the contrary when love dies, its painful ache renews itself each day. Very touching, Eileen. Hugs // paul
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Date: 4/1/2020 12:20:00 PM
Passionately sad Eileen, well done...
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Date: 3/31/2020 11:21:00 PM
Sadder by far “the death of love” if we believe in eternal life. We need to also believe in “eternal love.” I liked the romanticism of your poem.
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Date: 3/31/2020 9:13:00 PM
WOW....and another...WOW. The final couplet plunged the dagger deep. Great sonnet Eileen
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Date: 3/31/2020 9:04:00 PM
A sad sonnet indeed you have offered us Eileen, and one crafted with thought and emotional impact, and for that I thank you. I especially enjoyed and admired your zinger last line.
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Date: 3/31/2020 7:12:00 PM
A great piece penned with great wisdom and insightful thought Eileen, indeed the death of love is indeed terribly sad. We would wish that wife's knew more of real love so to be their real experience. Keep well and healthy, Blessings be yours always, Gordon
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