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!!

[Elizabeth]

Oh the beauty of confession.

This is such a powerful, personal piece. You speak from a place of deep self understanding, which in itself is hard to come by. I have seen my father and brother both destroy themselves and women around them through a similar hunger. But I'm glad you can at least see the damage and repent, hopefully keeping the lesson you've learned close.

But please: Have no regrets, life is far too fleeting.

[Becca*Type2012]

Beautiful poem. I'm sorry abour how your relationship ended. I wish it could've worked out better for you :-(

[DareToDream]

wow this is breath-taking. It truely is amazing. sorry I havent been on in a while. but this is probably one of your best pieces of writing. I love it!

[Fabian G. Franklin]

There's no future living in the past, that much is certain. But still, I can't believe in love that doesn't last. :o) A sad and insightful piece but well written and finely expressed.

[Sofia N]

This is beautiful written, I love your words ;)

[R E Tree]

I like the story of the poem. I do like love poems the best and this one I feel for you. Love after love after love after love when will it end its not to suppose to. As love is a never ending cycle but this poem shows some parts of the dark side of love that will not go any further.

[Andrea Mouser]

this is a sad poem :(

[The Water Queen]

This is very touching. A wonderful read.

[Revolutionary]

I have read better poems by you but this one is touching and I can here some regret in it.I always like reading your work.I got a contest started about the gulf oil spill.Go enter a poem for me.I know you can pump one out for me.I know you got some emotion about this tragedy

[Poeticpiers]

Love like youth is wasted on the young. They do not undertand or think about the consequences of their actions. Late love I find is much better not driven by raging hormones