Crush

Crush

A Poem by Andrew S. Loveland

 

 

 

 

I think I was nine, or maybe ten, when,

   crying myself to sleep one night,

I heard a whisper tell;

   “It's just a crush, simple infatuation,

no more, I promise,

   it will not last,

now, sleep thee well"

 

A crush!? What is this "crush'"?

   Simple infatuation!?

Oh, that there were such a thing!

   That these feelings should be so casually dismissed,

and not one mention of love dost thou bring; please,

   What of love?

why not speak of love?

 

She said,

   " 'tis not love, for

you are yet too young for so sordid a business,

   now, pray you cease with this tearful lament"

I still say you were the only girl who could ever make me sigh,

                       without my own throat's consent.

 

Now I am eighty-nine, or maybe,

   four score and ten,

and I beg of you, 

   permit me a whisper tell;

   With this creaking breath,

before this, my own sweet death,

   some truths I've learnt o'er well

 

Promises, are fragile comforts,

   yet, some words fracture never;

Love?

   I may yet be, still too young for so sordid a business

   but, some crushes,

last forever!

 

© 2008 Andrew S. Loveland


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You have a way with writing such emotion into your words, this is a beautiful timeless piece!

Posted 6 Years Ago


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Andrew S. Loveland

6 Years Ago

Thanks for the comments. Much appreciated.
I LOVE your writing!!!!!!

Posted 9 Years Ago


This was a very sweet piece. How do we know whether it is love or just a crush? Absolutely an amazing piece.

Posted 11 Years Ago


i LOVE THIS!

Reminscences always get to me, love does the same... here there is both and more. Nine, first love? No, no, not first infatuation but LOVE, a feeling that eats up even the young.

Your words are gentle but softly demanding a hearing: ' I still say you were the only girl who could ever make me sigh, / without my own throat's consent. ' ~ what incredible words.

And what a great last stanza!






Posted 11 Years Ago


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I like it, I can't just explain how I like it though.. Weird, no?
I think I really mostly like how your voice tells of just a crush, but you believe it is love, and I wonder... why parents and everyone else always tell kids that they are too young to be in love... It's sad.

Posted 11 Years Ago


I really liked this.
It seemed sweet in a way.

Posted 11 Years Ago


This reminds me of part of the poem, The Shropshire Lad, by A. E. Housman...

When I was one-and-twenty
I heard a wise man say,
"Give crowns and pounds and guineas
But not your heart away;
Give pearls away and rubies
But keep your fancy free."
But I was one-and-twenty,
No use to talk to me.

When I was one-and-twenty
I heard him say again,
"The heart out of the bosom
Was never given in vain;
'Tis paid with sighs a plenty
And sold for endless rue."
And I am two-and-twenty
And oh, 'tis true, 'tis true.

Great write. Nicely done!

Posted 11 Years Ago


I read work like this (and other of your work) and feel the amateur I am. You have asked to be my friend. Yes! But I warn you, I am out to learn from you and will pillage your skills. Never though will I plagiarise your words - That's a promise,

JohnL

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Andrew S. Loveland (15 Apr 1975) was born in Aberdeen, Scotland but raised in the village of Lhanbryde, in the heart of Speyside. Andrew currently resides in Dublin, Ireland where he balances working .. more..

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