'oh to be young and in love',
thats what they say.
The ones who fondly remember the days,
spent holding hands and kissing lips
and frolicking in true loves bliss.
But where is that true love now
that they are old and grey?
Where is the hope in their eyes
and the spring in their step,
it has been taken away
by the days and the hours,
spent crying in contempt
of a love once had,
now lost.
It was never meant to stay
and this they know
thats why they say
'to be young and in love is to die another day'
If it didn't last it wasn't
If it didn't last it wasn't true love unless death is what separated them. True love is rarer than gold and harder to mine than diamonds. It is the anti matter of the universe.
Long days and pleasant nights
Diamond
I'm not sure but I think
I'm not sure but I think thats what I was trying to say in the line but wheres that true love now... because many people believe they have found 'true love' but actuallly haven't and don't realise until its too late. True love is definitely something to cherish and something that does not fade.
I probably should have used punctuation to make my point clear with what I meant about it not really being true love...
Maybe, more likely I didn't
Maybe, more likely I didn't read carefully enough.
Btw please never stop writing I've only read three of your works and I can tell you're a talented writer in the making.
Keep on keepin' on
Long days and pleasant nights
Diamond
Possibly fault on both our
Possibly fault on both our parts! Thanks so much it means a great deal to hear that as I was worried that my writing wasn't properly poetic as it follows no basic structure but I still feel like the meaning behind them says a great deal more as to how poetic they truely are.
Ps. I find your work to be inspiring and very powerful so even if I don't comment that much I'll be sure to read as many of your works as I can and please don't stop writing either!