You ALWAYS write in deep details making your poem very special, making it feels real, like it’s here and now… another wonderfully passionate sweet romantic love poem✨💖🔥💕

The pair of beautiful bruises seemed to be a secret that was shared and created a fond memory

Tremendous. You nailed it.

Passionately penned, Neville. Excellent write my friend. Nicely done. Appreciate you.

Damian

I wonder if she left because she was scared that she would feel more than just a fling or did she just want you to pay for the bill. Enjoyed this.

Powerfully penned, Neville. Excellent write my friend. Great storytelling. Appreciate you.

Damian

I don’t know, one minute she was there and the next .. she was just history and a poem in the making .. However, I sincerely thank you for stopping by .. Neville 😎👍

A captivating write! Well done, Neville! “)

Your the Boss I can live and run with that .. thanks again & truly tooly .. Neville 😎👍

Great write and deserving of a silver medal.
Cova left because she knew if she stayed three people would suffer.What a beautiful kind soul she was.
Just think, she’s out there somewhere reading a poem or singing a song and there you are ….right there in her mind.
See….she never left you.
🙏

What a deliriously delightful thought you have left here for me .. Thanks a million Peter .. Seasons best & all good things for the swiftly approaching New Year .. Neville

Now you mention it and so eloquently .. I think that many of us have been there and asked the same searching questions .. Write on brother Curt .. You do it so well .. Neville 😎⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐👍

Brilliant and sweet. Excellent.

This ones of those that is written in simple words yet because the feelings are real and genuine, it’s like the only way to reflect these feelings is by the simplicity. no big words, no complication, it is as it is. It reads for me as a song of love and life, a sweet sad love song.

Thank you, Mary. But those dots at the end of your words, please continue!! ;0)

Favorite line: You cannot cleanse the loneliness, and the sun shines in rainbows, and clouds speak to grandmother moon. This is a wonderful piece of poetry

We played this game in messages to each other very recently, did we not? Oh, on a much smaller scale, of course, and with much less beautiful words than those you have used here, my friend. i.e., “Ah, the sweet smell of success! Or is it the success of sweet smells? etc.” Yes? I like this version much better. You added beauty to it, and made it much more intimate and meaningful. What we did before was meaningless fluff, now a silk purse from a poet’s ear.

I am a fan of Poe’s I like how you changed each stanza around like that;))