I think love is when you can’t close your eyes to sleep,
because you haven’t heard the familiar lullaby of a voice from the one you love…
Love, what is it?
Is it a long and distant lullaby
Remembered long ago, a mother’s voice cradling a child
Love, who is it?
Growing up lost, to try
In a time of constant stop and go, changes going wild
Love, when was it?
Realized by two, born to die
My love will surely go on after a soul departing gently smiled
Love, where is it?
Now gone only left to wonder, why?
© The Sad Owl
The Sad Owl
I'm just here. Until I'm not.
Beautiful mystery in this poem and such a different perspective. Love this 🙂
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Thank you 🙂 I’m happy you like it!
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Yes !!! 🙂 have a great week. Yoir poetry is beautiful keep inspiring:)
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Thank you. Your writing is every bit as captivating as well! Have a good week too 😀
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Aw thank you so much 🙂
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Love is everything I’ve never had.
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