Wondering

At night it all comes back,

What I thought was real,

All my feels I conceal,

If I could tell over again

How much I miss

Our moments,our talks

The innocence and the openness we shared

The six months sleeping on your bed,

Dreaming of they day we'd wed.

I know now what I didn't then,

You were my love,

I was just a friend,

I already accepted,

Tried to move on,

With every kiss more love is born

What is more important is your happiness my dear,

Always in my heart,

Indeed I fear 

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

We learn hard lesson when we learn. The love we want want. We can't have. I felt the sadness in the journey of understanding. Love is not fair. Thank you Talesha for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Talesha]

So true..love just is not fair! Thank you for the lovely reviews as usual

[Coyote Poetry]

Love is tough and needed. You are welcome Talesha.