Long Loveold Poems
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The trees bend now, nearly touch each other
As they lean with age, over the roadway.
He glances up as he lifts the basket,
Every movement carefully taken;
There is no ease, no comfort in this rest.
Their trip passed in silence, landmarks avoided,
Unremarked upon, unnoticed perhaps;
A drive to the shore in their old sedan.
This trip so cautiously planned, to a place
Once so beloved by both, now lies
Filled with trepidation; and resentment.
They sit together at the worn table
Scarred by lovers and children and nature.
Still silent, they pass each other small bits;
Food wrapped in hope, or in desperation,
Or simply tied in old resignation.
The trees seem to mock them, swaying above
In a unison made perfect with time;
Bound together with intertwined branches,
Held together with interlocking stems;
Old upright soldiers, standing side by side
Ravaged by time, by seasons, by nature
And still they stand, bearing witness to these
Lonely, sad lovers, huddled in themselves.
He looks up again. Then checking his watch
Says we should go. It’s really time to go.
Her silence broken also, she answers,
I’m leaving you. Then falls silent once more.
I know, he says. I’ve known for some time now.
Once more he looks up at the trees. Then again
Says we should go. It’s really time to go.
They carefully pack the remains of lunch.
He looks up a final time at the trees
And moves as though to salute. Then he laughs
As if at a joke and turns back toward
The old sedan, canopied beneath leaves;
Silent, shaded witness to love’s demise.
Love…. Love….. Love
What is love?
Is it the feeling that I have for him?
Or is it the feeling that he has for me?
Love ……..
Is it holding hands in time of need?
Or is it sharing the coffee together?
Love …….
Is it talking the night away under the stars?
Or is it playing in the snow
Brushing snow flakes from each other’s eyelashes?
Love…….
Is it laughing together recalling old memories?
Or is it celebrating
Each others success in the candle light?
Love…….
Is it snuggling close on a cold winter night?
Or is it waiting patiently for him to come home?
Love……
Is it laughing when he laugh
Or crying when he cries?
Love…….
Is it the emotion which old people fell?
Peace, calm, happiness, security?
Or is it the excitement
Bubbling in the hearts of youngsters
Full of laughter, romance, passion,
Wild abandon, fun?
Love…..
Love is all this and more
It is the longing for the lover
It is the binding of hearts and souls
Love is pure, good, generous and kind
Love is God and it is forever.
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