When I wrote this poem I was young and I didn't really try too hard to write this one. In fact words just seemed to stick together.It made sense to me only when a couple of my friends at school borrowed it to write in b'day and valentine day cards to their boyfriends. I wrote it and then I recited it once and now I write it again...the journey of 'LOVE AND REGRETS' from emotionless rhyming words to recital on special occassions to a fading memory~~
LOVE AND REGRETS
I thought in summer daylight, pondered in monsoons and rains,
Regretted in chilling winters, cried for reason or in vain??
I don't know why I said so, but said it is all I know,
Felt so conquered when I did it, so relived from head to toe.
I thoght to tell you straight the very day you called,
but never had the courage to say I'd had a fall.
I felt you were just suffering, suffering from something,
But now I know that I...........I was just so wrong,
I had loved you from the beginning,
I had loved you each day
I loved you when the sun went down,
I loved you with the morning ray!
Sorry....I took so long, So long to say...
That I loved you in the mornings and nights
And I love you throughout the day.
Ok now, some of this might not really make sense but I guess it's just the revival of emotion and the thrill this poem's recital always gave me...It just happened to come back this time however as a memory lacking the same emotion, and I happened to be thinking of a blog update at the moment!! ;)
Wednesday, 15 August 2007
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4 comments:
The last three lines were beautiful...
I loved you throughout the day...
If I could steal this poem...I would...!!
Ethics out of the window... ;)
I second what Prudee said.. I love th e last three lines... I mean wow!!! Love this poem.. and I can actually feel the pain which is the best part of any poem!!!
kudos!
I've a fancy for rhyming lines but nice thought process.
why are love and regret the basic concensus of the package off Love?
Is it a necessity?
is it a prerequisite and silent part of love?
When you recited it thats when the essence of what you intended seemed to make itself sublime...
I ahve read to brilliant poems this week...
Olive ashes... and Love & Regrets...
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