a lost love
is nothing but, a then love
a once before
a had been
always will be
kind of love
a lost love,
never dies
or needs
always there
in times of chance
breathing with you continuously
a lost love,
never leaves
seasons the years
passing beyond means
yet there is that constant
Love
shared in a lost love,
continually
spoken of which
uninformed
other than
the actuality
beautifully said "a lost love is nothing but, a then love" LOVED IT :)
ReplyDeleteDamn Kay this poem hits home at exactly the right time...
ReplyDelete*sad smile*
I cannot believe how much I love this poem, Kay. It just says everything. I am a romantic fool and a nostalgic dweller in the past, and reading your poem just makes me feel all warm inside. It is true. Lost loves are still loves. Love is constant. Love is. Thank you, Kay. :) Love/ Jo.
ReplyDeleteLost loves are still loves. Whenever I have expressed this feeling everyone looked at me like I was crazy - it is great to hear it here again. Feel all fuzzy and understood. Thanks for making my day.
ReplyDeleteyeah, i hear that one...each part of your heart that was given, leaves an empty place behind...
ReplyDeletevery nice. Kind of goes with my post yesterday! :o)
ReplyDeleteIs it better to have loved instead of not loved at all? Who knows but good poem =)
ReplyDeleteI was remembering just a few days ago a love I once had and smiled.
ReplyDeleteThat love is always in my heart!
Beautiful post!
Margie :)
"A lost love never leaves" sad but true, at least in my experience. Beautiful poem,Kay
ReplyDeleteI love the "a had been always will be" lines. Nice!
ReplyDeleteOh My dear KAy. How lovely expressed.. which love could be lost if it is real love?
ReplyDeleteI don't really know!
DULCE
yup. *sigh*
ReplyDeleteAgree completely. They are always there waiting to fall back on or wonder about. Love the image too.
ReplyDeleteamazing love poem,
ReplyDeleteyou have gift in poetry!
Happy Friday!
Maintaining the standard admirably.
ReplyDeleteSo true!
ReplyDeleteLove never dies... I couldn't agree more.
ReplyDeleteYou played with the words beautifully here!!
-Alex
Again with fab h into your writing.....i get so much into your words....
ReplyDeleteJolliieesss:)
I have this picture saved on my computer... wondering when I was going to use it as it speaks in so many different facets.
ReplyDeleteYour words match it perfectly.
Can something be lost if it can be found?
ReplyDeleteHmmmm.... Stop making me think at 3am.
Well almost 3 am
Kay, very nice.
ReplyDeleteYou have so many thoughts...and I like that about you.
ReplyDeleteBeautifully written! I particularly like your first stanza, because that is how I think of my lost loves. They happened, I remember but that's that.
ReplyDeletebreathing with you always...oui...always on
ReplyDeletethe mind...i like that you wrote this poem
as if you are whispering...
That was real beautiful Kay. A lost love is a ghost that haunts our spirits of a used-to-be love.
ReplyDeleteAnother great one Kay. Fabulous yet again.
ReplyDeletesometimes it will be-will be...
ReplyDelete~LOVEly week Kay!