Poem -

Some Things Change Too Much

It’s funny how we change isn’t it,
over time, I mean ..
I note you keep no photographs
of me now my love
from which to make any such
comparisons ..
Yet have several overflowing
albums, full of complete strangers ..

 

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Marion

See... this is why i no longer believe in romantic love which is by far the easiest to delete over time... even though we proclaim it to be soooooo undying lol. Sorry... just a pessimist x

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Neville

Yet we both seem to come back for more .. thanks Marion .. x

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Marion

No we don't... I don't... not any more
hugs x

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Neville

Dang .. hug reciprocated tho regardless .. x

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Marion

 I'm into love, the real kind.. not the romantic kind lol. Also... got to say... didn't your first comment verify my statement?  If romantic love was real why do we even need to keep coming back for more... mostly from a different human lol. I'll concede... it might exist but its not very hard wearing and certainly not.. 'eternal'.. in most cases is it? Hugs on the other hand are....so thankyou my friend x

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Neville

it did, I'm very tired .. forgive me x

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Bernadete van d...

So, may it be eternal…while it lasts. Love can be complicated. B 

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Neville

Love is never uncomplicated .. I suspect that's what makes it so compelling and sought after .. Thank you for swinging by and sharing your thoughts on the matter .. Neville 

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