Those were the times
When our fantasy was loose
And we lived the day as if the very last
And we did not care about the others
Or if they’d been hurt by our nerve
Those were the times
When passion was all that mattered
And we enjoyed our bodies
As if the only ones
As the only ones
Not missing a single spot
Kissing all and all
Till exhaustion
Times of sweestest love
Times of sweestest love
Those were…
Days when brightness shone everywhere
As if only for you and me
We ignored
The future
The past
The evil...
How could I forget?
My mind might
My soul
Never.
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19 comments:
No tienes por que olvidar... sólo, borrar el dolor del recuerdo.
Un fuerte abrazo cielo!!!
yeah..i hear you Dulce..i do..
you know...sometimes I wish I had stayed there, so carefree. Others, I'm glad I changed, life changed. Dont know what's better...hmmmm got me thinking
My mind might
My soul
Never....Love that part. I love this poem. It speaks so true. Great one shot!
this one strikes deep...
This carefully considered, and carefully worded post reminded me of a favorite saying: "...we will not regret the past, nor wish to shut the door on it."
Isn't the truth expressed in this: If an event, a love, was so awesomely beautiful, how could I ever forget? And why should I?
True love is sacred, spiritual, to be built upon, to be relived in fond memory, to be cherished. It is to give thanks and praise to God for the experience
My opinions, Dear Dulce. Love your blog, you are really productive this holiday season. It is Good!
Powerful.ty.xo
The recklessness of youth counterbalance by bittersweet age. Effective piece.
Do we yearn for those days just because they don't exist anymore or because we cannot be like that: carefree, passionate and alive. As years advance, so many strings pulling us that total and complete devotion and passion seems a quality of yore. Sometimes I think its all in the mind. You can recreate it, my dearest. Try . . .
Joy and more joy,
Susan
Merry Christmas to you too, Dulce!!
I would love to hear you read this piece.
Happy christmastime to you and yours Dulce : )
i hear you - and yep - how can we forget - and yet..sometimes we forget so easily..
ah, i see you've been lurking still again in my own mindcloset, deardulce! in my case, not even my mind might forget, not even my mind - not one cell of my body - and never never my soul - because he IS my soul! beautifully beautifully said, lady!!!
love the title, your poetry appears super pleasing and inspiring to me.
Hope you well, season's greetings!
Awards 4 U, Merry Christmas, Thanks 4 Being My Friend!
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Awards 4 U, Stay Blessed
OH, I do love your last three lines. Our minds have minds of their own... and sometimes they do forget. But our souls always remember... because our souls are old... timeless... always there... and everywhere.
Life is best lived as though each day were the very last. How else can we go to its extremes? I loved this "glimpse at my past" piece... so very much.
Warm blessings to you and yours for this holiday season, my dear!
Hugs,
Nevine
Fantasy and reality and caught in the middle. A glorious and terrible place to be - yes??
As always dear Dulce full of passion
Love from the Moon
I wish you Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!
Hugs and love, aslan
I love this one, Dulce...even though we may try to forget, sometimes memories crop up when we least expect - or wnat them!!
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