Forgotten Bud of Love

A sad poem of love....ending before it barely started

We started like most new lovers do

 on a journey of passion

 Me...hoping it would last forever

Never dreaming it might end

 

 

 Making love with one another

was magical, blissful.

Strong, yet sweet with tenderness

Such ecstasy and passion we shared

Like none I'd ever known

 

 

 Romance novels didn’t compare to our story

You said I was your goddess, your life’s blood...

So right, we were

 We seemed to be so in sync

 our hearts beat as one in a passionate syncopated tune

 I remember how we fit so perfectly

like two puzzle pieces 

 

 

 

We met at an intimate café in Madera

 a small quaint city in Italy

I was lazily sipping chinoto and eating pizza napolentana

I was so happy and excited - it was my first time abroad

 

 

You,on the other hand...

had lived there all your life

 A true Italian uomo,  "un uomo molto interessante”

which means, “He was a very interesting man”

 

 

I looked up and there you were... 

 sitting at a small table across the room

Your gaze met mine

as we smiled simultaneously at one another

We left together

 

 

I was feeling quite lightheaded from it all

 To my surprise, you took me to meet your relations

 a group of robust, happy, family members,

 gathered together for a partito- which is Italian for party

 

 

It was kisses and flowers - we fell in love...

 So I thought

 But I was wrong, something happened

 

 

Then suddenly...

You were gone - into the arms of another

 leaving me with a sad, forgotten bud of love…

of you and me

And... 

Wishing you were standing where you used to be

~

 

By LadeeAnne~ anne p murray~ 2004   

         

      

 

           

 

 

 

Reviews

[Miss Fox]

A painful story, sadly shared by too many, but beautifully related.

[Jonathan]

What a great poem overall
Even though the end killed me
I hope this actually didn't happen to you
Rather that this was just something you simply created
In your imagination :(

[Forest Green]

Happy meetings seem destined to last forever, but like so many of life's pleasures, their end comes along in an unwanted fashion.

Delightful poem...;)

[Ashley]

Such a beautiful yet sad poem.