It
does not
matter, love,
how long it takes you
to remember not to forget me;
every recollection will resonate
with my heart strings,
replay songs
we both
sang.
does not
matter, love,
how long it takes you
to remember not to forget me;
every recollection will resonate
with my heart strings,
replay songs
we both
sang.
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Oh this is lovely!
ReplyDeleteSo romantic!!💖💖
ReplyDeleteYes, there is always a song in the past that has special meaning for us...beautiful.
ReplyDeleteHow wonderfully you have encapsulated this idea within the form of your poem. There is symmetry here.
ReplyDeleteSo lovely... the memory is what matters
ReplyDeleteThis is lovely.... a fervent hope for a love not to fail. Love the form/shape.
ReplyDeleteSo beautiful...such power in memories
ReplyDeleteevery recollection will resonate
ReplyDeleteto replay songs we both sang
Parting is hard to stomach but it has to happen, somehow!
Hank
'every recollection will resonate
ReplyDeletewith my heart strings,'
So beautifully written!
Nice reading, Jinksy. Recollections are a part of what love is all about for older folk.
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Very patient waiting! Sounds like love. K.
ReplyDeleteSo sweet. It should be inscripted and passed on.
ReplyDeleteI agree, Colleen! I'm sure my Ada would as well - I can't think how I missed reading such sweet sentiments before now. I must be more vigilant. :-)
DeleteJust checking to see whether Pen gets her own photo by a comment?
ReplyDeleteNo - but Jinksy has one!
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