![]() There Is but YouA Poem by Paris HladThere Is but You
(For Myrina, St. Valentine’s Day 2015)
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Written in Recognition That Love Is a
Succession[1]
Of Recurring & Gradually Evolving
Vignettes
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Yet, in the end, there is but you To make the morning And to speak
About the things We know or knew
And reminisce About the week
Sometimes a week Is two or three,
Some months ago, Or many years,
And you remember more than me; And as I sigh, your smile appears
You mention something
I forget -
I question
What?
And wonder
Who?
And as we close This old vignette, A glance defines
The me-and-you
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Yes, in the end, There is but you
To keep me in The bounds Of day,
And chat about The things we do
Before the morning
Slips away. [1] Paris
believed love could grow deeper even though its existence in physical reality
prevents it from achieving its full potential. He once said he wished he had
always loved his loved ones as much as he did in old age because, by then, he
had begun to understand that love is not merely an asset but life’s most
profound responsibility.
© 2023 Paris HladAuthor's Note
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Added on February 16, 2023 Last Updated on February 16, 2023 Author![]() Paris HladSouthport, NC, United States Minor Outlying IslandsAboutI am a 70-year-old retired New York state high school English teacher, living in Southport, NC. more..Writing
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