I Haven't Loved You Enough

To the man I will love like no other.

I have loved you in the most appropriate manner I know.
I have loved you amidst your decision to go.
I loved you more than the moon loved the sun.
I loved you though I know I was never the one.

I have loved you beyond degrees I cannot count.
I have loved you beyond storms I cannot mount.
I loved you disregarding the pain and its sting.
I loved you more than I have loved anything.

I have loved you with all - with all that is left.
I have loved you despite the mourn that it kept.
I loved you and you know it was countless.
I loved you yet you said it was useless.

But if I stay.
If I stay a little longer.
By then I'd realize, I haven't loved you enough to stop.
So as soon as the earth starts revolving again,
I will love you still until I could love you enough.
Until I am empty.

Until I can no longer love.

(c) n.elardo

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

incredible profession of love in this poem...

"until i am empty/ until i can no longer love"

that pretty well says it all...we love till we ache all over, until our bones dissolve with the feelings, and we are nothing left but mush.

[Gee]

A beautifully written poem Nancy

[Richard🖌]

"Tis as tho you've already loved this man, Nancy, and such a love it has been, like no other … deep, abiding, unselfish, giving with complete abandon and surrender … what man could want for more, than this wondrous light of love shining forth from the very core of his woman's amazingly beautiful heart and soul … ohhh, how you've touched, sooo deeply — so true.
Excuse, please, as my heart settles a bit …

Nancy, I dearly love the Rhyming Couplets form, and you've certainly presented it with all the nuance one could expect: spot-on rhymes, smooth flow, excellent word choices, emotional timbre, and beauty to sweep the reader away, and I love the repeat beginnings of each line, down to your perfectly-stated refrain; and, your closing line virtually stole and twisted my heart with compassion for your love to be so lonely, unappreciated, disregarded, and unrequited, and the deep yearning for such love within me from another to embrace … sighhh⁓*

Techy stuff: Nancy, every line ended with true and strict rhyme, save V3L1 and L2. To help solve this issue, I would like to make a suggestion you might like, or that might spark a thought:

"I have loved you with all - with all that is left.
I have loved you despite I am mournful - bereft." (or, some-such)

Nancy, I guess love, without returned sustenance, will eventually lose its glimmer and fade, poignant as the thought may be … such a love as you've expressed, if it were to die (to a soft-hearted, deep romantic, such as I), would wrench my heart no end. Seems you've involved me.

Well, Nancy, as you would expect — for, as all excellent poetry tends to, you've pulled me into your moment and bade me live it with you, by painting me with words into your world, and for this, I cannot thank you enough, nor for the sheer poetical enjoyment of your skills … hugs 'n blessings to you, Dear Lady-Poet! ⁓ Richard

[Nancy Kathleen]

Sir richard. Thank you so so much. You are an inspiration! I hope I could write something together with you. I am truly a fan :)

[Richard🖌]

That you consider yourself to be my fan is a blush-worthy thought, Nancy, and such an alluring hope for us to cowrite a poem is a treasured gift I cannot help but excitedly accept. I've not yet accepted any of the several invitations from anyone, so it should prove to be an interesting joy.
Just let me know by message, Nancy, when and what kind of poem, and in the meantime, I'll be shining my rusty olde pen for the occasion. : )

[Nancy Kathleen]

Thank you so much for for granting my request. This is beyond belief sir. To write something together with someone as brilliant as you.

[Richard🖌]

Let's chat and see what comes of it — cowriting is a real rarity for me, Nancy … I feel a certain stirring.

[Beccy]

Love is a madness, and we need such madness in our lives; but without reciprocation it becomes an anchor that drags us down to the very depths of purgatory.


Such a well paced and observed poem. Beccy.

[Nancy Kathleen]

Thank you for the appreciation Ms. Bessy. Writers like you would inspire me more to publish my works! Continue writing!

[Nancy Kathleen]

*Ms Beccy thank you again

[An owl on the moon]

So much loved painted on this vast, vivid canvas of your life. Holding on, fighting the urge to flee, you show the faithfulness of loving, of living for another, even at the cost of your very self. Beautifully confessed, and so bittersweet in the giving when such love is not returned in kind.

[Nancy Kathleen]

Thank you so much sir! I am indeed flabbergasted by the words you have uttered.