One of my older poems. —Forgive me
Forgive me
Please forgive me for what I did to you.
I’m sorry I torture you with lies and treated
you as I did.
I was young.
Learning to love.
Finding the many mistakes young lover’s can make.
I left you alone and swimming in tears and loneliness.
I hope all your thoughts of me are not filled with hate.
But filled with fond memories of two lovers learning
to touch and to love.
Even through our ending ended in anger and sadness.
We allowed the world to separate us.
You are still a beautiful face and tender memories I can’t forget.
I hope I didn’t destroy your desire to love and feel.
I hope your new beginning are filled with happiness and joy.
I hope you didn’t throw away all the love we held and gathers.
You came and said goodbye to me.
I was leaving Germany.
We held each other for the last time.
I whispered.
Thank you sweet lady for sharing love with a foolish man.
Coyote
1978
Very touching… such a lovely piece…
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Thank you for reading and the comment. All of us learn by our mistakes.
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I’ve been there. Unfortunately it seems failures and disappointments have to be experienced in order to craft ourselves into wiser people.
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I agree. Karma taught me the lesson in three-fold. Be kind to the people we loved. Thank you for reading and the comment.
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John this is a very touchy piece. loved it
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Thank you for reading and the comment. When we are young. We believe love can come again. May not?
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It has to be come again
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66, too old now. But we learn that the children and grandchildren are a new kind of love that fills the void fairly well.
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I agree. Our grandchildren keep us young.
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Oh my goodness. Absolutely blown away by how articulated and beautiful this poem is. Amazing
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Thank you Jessy for reading and the comment. I do appreciate.
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This is such a beautiful piece John. So powerfully lit with emotion- I feel it and I love it.
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One of my old poems. With youth, we don’t known love is a rare gift. Thank you for reading and the comment.
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You are so right John. And you are very welcome- your poems and photographs are so beautiful.
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