Eileen Manassian Poet Free verse

When Did You Outgrow My Love

When did you outgrow my love?
When did the fabric of my tenderness
Become too tight
Too fitting?
When did the garment of my passion 
Become restrictive?
When did you start to look for new coverings
To clothe the nakedness of your soul?
When?
Tell me…
When did you outgrow my love?

When did you outgrow this nest?
Was it when you found out that you could fly?
Having been nourished, pampered and preened
Your wings of self-esteem
Unfurling to soar on the word wind of my praise…
Was it then?

When did you outgrow my love?
Ah, Hush…my love, no need to speak
For my heart knows the answer well

I know when it all started to take place
I could read your face
The expression you wore
As I helped you dress
That look in your eyes
Belied the lies
That the fit was just right
And so you tugged at the seams
Unraveled my dreams
The stitches undone
My garment you tore
And yet you swore
Alterations wouldn't do
You needed something new
In the dead of night
You took to flight
Undressed, free
For you had outgrown…..
You had outgrown….
ME.

Eileen Manassian Ghali

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Robert Pettit February 23, 2014 at 12:21 AM Nice sartorial descriptiveness in this write. Another good one, Eileen. Eileen Manassian February 23, 2014 at 8:27 AM :) Thanks ever so much, Robert. Glad to know that you found it up to par. :)

Poet Tacito February 19, 2014 at 10:00 PM Been there...riveting, yet sad separation of heart & security. How could it have gone so wrong, become so unsure. Fantastic job. Eileen Manassian February 23, 2014 at 8:30 AM Who ever knows the answer to these questions, Drake. Life.....Hmmmmmmm. I guess we got to listen to Dione Warwick croon......."I know...I'll never....love this way again......so I keep holding on, before the good is gone....." Sad....SAD...S A D....Thanks for the visit, my dear.

Richard Lamoureux February 19, 2014 at 8:44 AM Good morning Eileen. Eileen Manassian February 19, 2014 at 12:49 PM :) Hello, Richard....How's it going? All is well...I know by your ANGEL poem! Beautiful Terzanelle...Hugs

Mohammad Abedin February 18, 2014 at 8:27 PM well written Eileen Manassian February 19, 2014 at 12:49 PM Thanks ever so much!

Ken Carroll February 18, 2014 at 12:30 PM Poignant and enthralling Eileen.. Eileen Manassian February 19, 2014 at 12:52 PM Hey, Ken...thanks for stopping by. I read your Luna poem...the latest....so beautiful and enthralling. The imagery was superb.

Painted Hunter February 18, 2014 at 11:08 AM Eileen, this is just as stunning as always. It's been a while...still love ya...hope you are well!! Eileen Manassian February 19, 2014 at 12:53 PM ;) Awwwww....shucks....you got me blushing! ;) Read your donkey basketball piece....you crack me up! ;) Love ya too!!!! Glad that hasn't changed. I'm doing ok, thanks! hugs!

Roger Horsch February 18, 2014 at 9:18 AM A very good poem Eileen, It is nice to see a new poem from you. You write with so much emotion. That is only one of your wonderful skills. I enjoyed reading this one.....Hugs.....Roger Eileen Manassian February 19, 2014 at 12:55 PM Thanks, Roger. I've been on holiday...Semester break. Also...it has taken me some time to get back to writing. I don't know why...had to work hard to making a re-entrance here. Strange. Yes....most of my poems carry my heart within the lines....When Got created me...he gave me emotions in excess. ;)....thanks for stopping by.

Richard Lamoureux February 18, 2014 at 8:20 AM What a triumphant return! This was worth waiting for. 777777777777 favorite!!! Eileen Manassian February 19, 2014 at 12:56 PM :) Thank you, Richard......you are one of the major reasons I stick around this site....you always encourage and uplift me. What would I do without your posts? Thanks ever so much.

Tim Smith February 17, 2014 at 4:26 PM This is so beautifully written Eileen...Welcome back...Hugs Tim Eileen Manassian February 17, 2014 at 4:29 PM Thanks, Tim....good to be back! Thanks for reading and posting.

Cecilia Macfarlane February 17, 2014 at 3:52 PM Wow Eileen.....powerful write and insight of why sometimes love doesn't always last. Hugs Eileen Manassian February 17, 2014 at 3:54 PM Thanks, Cecilia. Good to see you again. Thanks for stopping by with such encouraging words. Hugs!

Richard D Seal February 17, 2014 at 3:34 PM Welcome back Eileen, hope you had a great hol in sunny Cyprus.I guess women know this kind of thing, a sort of sixth sense, only they don't see dead people just dead lovers lol, I'm pleased to see you gave up on his explanations, you've probably heard it all before anyway lol. Nice to see you back and in good form. Take care, Richard Eileen Manassian February 17, 2014 at 3:40 PM Thank you, Mr Seal....It's good to be back. I'm glad you liked this poem. Yes, women do have a keen sense when it comes to love...Unfortunately....they hold on too long. Oh well, such is life. Thanks for passing by. Appreciate your comments, as always.......