My Past Love

I was in class last night and saw someone who reminded me of a lost love I used to know.

Brush away

Your velvet hair

So I can stare,

Deep in your eyes.

There, passed windows’ glare,

For certain my

Past still heaves its

Breast with breaths of

Not your sweet love, but

A hidden love,

An exiled love

Of my past love

Thanks to you, my dove

And your

Present beauty.

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

A reminder of a past love and felt so deeply too. She has left quite an impression on you, if you see her in the face of others. Beautiful composition.

Chris

[NFA]

She really did. The residual effects of our relationship still weigh on me. I deal with it even now.

[Chris Shaw]

Yes, I can understand that.

[Mary Jain]

I'm sure most of us will have some kind of stories about a "hidden love" or an "exiled love", and you have written it quite nicely.

[NFA]

Thank you for your kind comment, Mary Jain.

[M. J. Smith]

"An exiled love..."
I remember a time when I felt as one exiled, cast out from the presence of she who meant the most to me.
Well written, Sir.

[NFA]

Thank you, M.J. Glad you identified with the poem. Your comments are always appreciated. Don't forget to send me read requests of yoour work, if you'd like.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

this is so interesting...I really like it....the middle is such strong imagery...
We love so strongly sometimes...that the love seems to be reborn in others we see.
j.

[NFA]

Thanks, Jacob. Yea, it was a piece of passion. I feel bad for the poor girl I was staring at while writing down how I could possibly express such an intense sentiment. (Don't forget to send me read-requests whenever it suits you)