Poem -
Not for me, this Love
Love eludes me.Â
Perhaps I clutch
Or do I grasp
Is it my longing
Or just fate
Either way
Love is not for me
Don’t get me wrong
I am cared for
I am nurtured
My eccentricities toleratedÂ
But flame
The ever consuming passion
No
I have tried
I’m sure my past
Bares this out
Many wives now ex’ed
Many cohabitationsÂ
Unfruitful
Passion filled moments
But only brief flame
To soon flared out
I no longer believe
It is for us all
I stand proudly
Midst the rank and file
Of the unrequitedÂ
Weep not for Me
Nor bow thy head
A life more full
I could not imagine
Leaving the quandaryÂ
Is it love unrequited
that filled this life?
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Hi John I find this a very 'grown up' write- it deals with the sometimes, harsh, but always honest , realities of life and how you came to that point and how you respond to it on a day to day basis. It' s refreshingly honest and I really feel and understand just what you are expressing- love this- nice work !
Lodigiana
It is a hard thing to “grow up” and yet save the wonder this world deserves. When my “lover” sleeps she can be my  passionate partner! She can be all I want or ever hoped for, run in the snow, hold hands and listen to the Caroler’s and stare wide eyed at the miracle of Christmas.
when she wakes she can be my friend that knows all my faults yet still loves me gets depressed at Christmas time.Â
Not in favor of dreaming.
I’m grown up when nessasary, ah but I prefer the wonder!
thanks for reading
john
Merry Christmas
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