The karma of love

When we are young. We waste the gift of love.

     The Karma of Love
       Written on 5 March 1985 


I remember when the sparkles in your eyes could
light up the world surrounding you.

I remember how I wanted you.

How I twisted my world backward.

Just for a few moments of your touch.

Now my heart is in remorse and dismantle.
Every time I think of you.
How you made every moment so special.
I feel weaken.

Now your smiles are rare.
Your beautiful blue eyes lost their sparkles.
You are living alone in a wasteland of loneliness.
Hiding all your pain.
I taught you.

Maybe your life wasn't so tough.
But your heart was tender.
Easily broken.
And me.
I was just after another conquest.
Another heart to add to my hunger.
Never to be fulfilled.

You won.
After I left you.
Your beautiful face.
The memories of your tears.
Left me empty and dead.

Now I dreams I left you smiling.
Laughing for our love would never
end for you.
You would be my brightest star.
I would be there to hold you when you
were afraid.

I awake alone.
Seeing the damage done to you.
Was done to me.

I called you.
I told you. "I'm sorry.
I would come back.
I miss and love you."

You whispered.
"Thank you.
I'm alright.
It is too late.
I have nothing left to give."

So funny.
I realized I stole all your dreams.

I also lost my dreams the morning I left you
in our warm bed.
To conquer another poor woman.

Leaving you with my heart.




                        Coyote
                   5 March 1985


 
 

Author's Note

A old poem. When we are young. The gifts of love and emotion is wasted. If I could go back in time. I would be a different man. But that is what fool's say when it is too late.

Reviews

[Sid]

Great piece, the transformation from all the love, happiness and the smiles to the this stanza is amazingly done.
"Now your smiles are rare.
Your beautiful blue eyes lost their sparkles.
You are living alone in a wasteland of loneliness.
Hiding all your pain.
I taught you."
this is also my favorite stanza though i like the way it ends on a more hopeful note...great work!!

[OT]

I love the notion of that - the idea of the karma of love - that you're blessed at the beginning when all is new and fresh yet you overlook it - and then it catches up on you and smiles become rarer etc. though perhaps it gives way to better things in the end! great write as always Coyote! nice!

[J.Black]

Never regret or wish to do things over that were apart of your past. Without that experience you would not be the man that you are today. It's not wasted if you've learned from them all. You're right- don't be a fool. This was really well constructed, sometimes walking away is the best part of love. It shows you really do care. Nicely done.

[Jessica Mai]

Aww this is really deep and emotional and touching and moving and i really really love this piece. :)

[Liza]

you are no fool anymore....wow; this is a beautiful poem and i think every scorned woman waits to hear that her former heartbreaker realizes the damage is done...
i agree with you; when we are young we have no idea what true love is, we are so brainwashed by the media to chase an illusive feeling and equally flighting feeling

[abhas]

aah... its such a sad thought... "if only"
excellect poem... we all wish to go back... and present our different selves...
if only we could! but now we feel its better to console ourselves with atleast what we had ... others may didnt have anything in the first place... to lose... to be mistaken about... great write...

[Iota]

Never go back and change events, the lesson would have never been learned so well. I remember those conquest days, yes foolish we were with love. Another true write by you.

[Lucy Joan]

Indeed, it's a beautifully written poem. The sorrow in leaving someone we love and thinking about them each and every day will live with us forever, but so will the happy memories. Wonderful poem.

[Nianque]

Another beautiful poem. Love is give and take . Sometimes we think we are just taking but we actually giving more so. Remarkable fits my mood for today.

[Marie Harrison]

Beautiful poem Coyote Poetry. We always leave pieces of ourselves with the ones we loved. How often we try to replace someone special by conquering another. Not taking the time to grieve and cherish our time with the one we just left. It is a remarkable poem.