He is the poems I write
The solace I seek
He is my reason to wake up
And my reason to stay in dreams
The reason I smile
When I wake up
And the mess in my heart
In which I am forever stuck
He is all of that
And a whole lot more
And maybe my feelings will never see
The light of the day
But loving him was not a chore
It was something I chose
Without knowing the end
Everyday
And the pieces i glue back together
After loving him is the cost
But they say
It's better to have loved and lost
Than never to have loved at all.
Quote: "'Tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all." - Alfred Lord Tennyson
In love's great quest, amidst the trials we face,
We navigate a labyrinth of pain,
Where hurdles rise, and shadows interlace,
Yet still, love's flame within our hearts remains.
Like thorns on a rose, obstacles appear,
Social norms, familial bonds entwine,
Economic woes, our path so unclear,
And lovers torn by vows they must resign.
But in the depths of darkness, love's light gleams,
A beacon guiding lost souls through the night,
With selfless grace, it mends the shattered dreams,
And sets our spirits soaring to new heights.
For love, the word that frees us from life's strain,
Remains our solace, eternal refrain.
“‘Tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.” —Lord, Alfred Tennyson
love at first sight at the ceilidh
dancing 'round peat fires gayly
lad and lass equally smitten
love's peat fire flame in Great Britain
unprepared for love's twists and turns,
ill-fated love crashes and burns
dark and cold was the night she left
leaving the lad crushed and bereft
the lad laments the lass as lost
methinks he should have count the cost
of jumping into love too fast
prudent forethought may help love last
The Enigma of Love
We fail to analyse love, an inscrutable, overwhelming sensation,
A mysterious enchantment, an ecstasy, an electrifying elation!
What we experience is so profound, that we are unable to explain,
As it’s intangible and unpredictable, trying to decode it is in vain.
It might bring intense pleasure, or cause unbearable pain,
It might be a heaven-sent boon, or it might be a cursed bane;
To love is a great blessing, a happiness which is immeasurable,
But falling in love is disastrous, the damage being irreversible.
The question is, should we love or should we avoid such an act,
We might get hurt grievously and suffer, is a proven tragic fact!
What the erudite poet had opined, the ambiguity will now stall,
“It’s better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.”
From Alfred Lord Tennyson's poem In Memoriam:27, 1850:
I hold it true, whate'er befall;
I feel it, when I sorrow most;
'Tis better to have loved and lost
Than never to have loved at all.
From Eileen M Ghali's Monoku in Poetry Soup: August 6, 2014
It's better NOT to have loved and lost than always to remember a paradise gone.
BY THE LAKE
I stop by the lake today
In solitude, listening to my inner voice
Questioning my heart, searching
An answer to the riddles of love!
The lake is unfathomable
I pick up a stone, throw it away into the lake
I realized, you are not a stone throw away
You are thousands and thousands miles away!
By the lake
I listen to the whisper of the wind
As if wheezing a thousand murmuring
Murmuring of uncertainties, adventures of love!
As I left the lake
Alfred Lord Tennysons’ reverberated
'Tis better to have loved and lost
Than never to have loved at all’
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