Did you ever find your one true love?

Is this your poem poetry360? It's nice. I like reading & writing poems. As to your question, 'Did you ever find your one true love?' Yes, I found him, but he didn't share the same feelings as me.
 

I met my true love when I was only 6 years old, and we went on to have a satisfying and stimulating life-long relationship. She may be round and a bit greasy, but she fills my life with ecstasy.

Her name is pepperoni pizza.
 
Yes, Lois, thanks. Your response is very poetic….

I
found
him

but
he didn't
share

the same
feelings

as I.
 
Sometimes I think people expect some ideal - or all encompassing completion in love. I do believe I know people who have found that - two peas in a pod where never a bitter word is spoken (but only the shadow knows the truth :)

As for me, I have to keep reminding myself that for me at least..... life, in reality, is not a cabaret, it's a caveat - a trade off; buyer beware - you're not going to get it all. If you did, you won the lottery.

Love Me Little, Love Me Long


Love me little, love me long,
Is the burden of my song.
Love that is too hot and strong
Burneth soon to waste:
Still, I would not have thee cold,
Not too backward, nor too bold;
Love that lasteth till ’tis old
Fadeth not in haste.
Love me little, love me long,
Is the burden of my song.


If thou lovest me too much
It will not prove as true as touch;
Love me little, more than such,
For I fear the end:
I am with little well content,
And a little from thee sent
Is enough, with true intent
To be steadfast friend.
Love me little, love me long,
Is the burden of my song.


Say thou lov’st me while thou live;
I to thee my love will give,
never dreaming to deceive
Whiles that life endures:
Nay, and after death, in sooth,
I too thee will keep my truth,
As now, when in my May of youth:
This my love assures.
Love me little, love me long,
Is the burden on my song.


Constant love is moderate ever,
And it will through life persèver:
Give me that, with true endeavour
I will it restore.
A suit of durance let it be
For all weathers that for me,
For the land or for the sea,
Lasting evermore.
Love me little, love me long,
Is the burden of my song.


Winter’s cold, or summer’s heat,
Autumn’s tempests, on it beat,
It can never know defeat,
Never can rebel:
Such the love that I would gain,
Such the love, I tell thee plain,
Thou must give, or woo in vain:
So to thee, farewell
Love me little, love me long,
Is the burden of my song.


- Anonymous
 
Well, since everyone's getting all mushy, here's a little ditty I came up with a while back ...

[h=1]My Angel[/h] [FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]An angel’s voice did float across the tavern’s dirty floor[/FONT]
[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]It held me like a velvet glove as I dripped through the door[/FONT]
[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]The night was dark and stormy – there’s a start for every tale! –[/FONT]
[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]But when I saw that angel my wet skin turned hot and pale[/FONT]

[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]I couldn’t hope to say it, to explain it to my peers,[/FONT]
[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]Nor could I quite convince myself just WHY I had these fears[/FONT]
[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]But for some reason or other I was strongly drawn to her[/FONT]
[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]Whether for her voice celestial, or her innocent allure[/FONT]

[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]For her beauty was exceeded only by her perfect voice[/FONT]
[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]I would hold her for eternity, if I but had the choice[/FONT]
[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]But in holding her, I’d own her, make a slave out of a dove,[/FONT]
[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]And all the while I’d loudly boast of my unselfish love[/FONT]

[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]So I watch her from a distance with my beady little eyes[/FONT]
[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]Spinning fantasies for only me, consisting of all lies[/FONT]
[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]I create the perfect couple, fresh from my contorted brain,[/FONT]
[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]And we live in some Utopia and never see the rain[/FONT]






[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]And our teeth are mostly perfect, except one that wears a crown,[/FONT]
[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]And our words are smart and pithy, and we never wear a frown,[/FONT]
[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]And we move with grace and stylishness, and have a perfect nose,[/FONT]
[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]And we’re dressed in highest fashion, from our heads down to our toes[/FONT]

[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]And we know enough to discuss stuff without the use of words[/FONT]
[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]And we soar together in the night like two life-mated birds,[/FONT]
[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]And we hold hands in the sunshine, and we love by candlelight,[/FONT]
[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]And we never have an argument, and every thing's all right[/FONT]

[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]And the passersby do all decry that we’re the perfect pair,[/FONT]
[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]And we have that perfect skin tone and that perfect silken hair,[/FONT]
[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]And we cause the other couples to look down and curse their fate,[/FONT]
‘[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]Cause they’ll never be as close as we – their envy turns to hate[/FONT]

[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]But we laugh at their poor antics as we dance throughout our life[/FONT]
[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]Doesn’t matter if we live in sin or as husband and wife[/FONT]
[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]The important thing that we do find throughout our loving days[/FONT]
[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]Is the knowledge that we please each other in so many ways[/FONT]

[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]We embrace each other warmly as to slumber we do drift[/FONT]
[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]Waking up occasionally to bestow a kissing gift[/FONT]
[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]The morning sun finds us together, spooned as lovers do,[/FONT]
[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]As we slowly waken to the day and whisper “I love you”[/FONT]

[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]We break our fast with champagne that is chilled and toast with eggs[/FONT]
[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]And you spill some Worcestershire sauce as I tickle your legs[/FONT]
[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]And my cappuccino mustache causes foam on both our lips[/FONT]
[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]And you sigh a special secret as I stroke with fingertips[/FONT]






[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]Then I waken from my daydream with a quick and violent start[/FONT]
[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]And my skin is warm and clammy, and I feel my pulsing heart[/FONT]
[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]And I wish a wish upon a star so very far away[/FONT]
[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]That for just one tiny second, she would turn her head my way[/FONT]

[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]When she looks in my direction it’s a moment bittersweet[/FONT]
[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]And I feel a flood of feelings and a wave of intense heat[/FONT]
[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]At a loss for words, I tilt my head and grin most boyishly[/FONT]
[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]As I walk away I pray you always remain free of me[/FONT]

[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]For the fantasy will always be much better than the real[/FONT]
[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]A pairing of two mated souls would make my poor heart heal[/FONT]
[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]But I’m destined to be lonely, there's no time to stop and visit[/FONT]
[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]And you might declare “Hey, that’s not fair!” – but then, life isn’t, is it?[/FONT]

[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif](Bummer of an ending, eh? Well, C’est la vie!)[/FONT]
 
I'd be interested to know how much has been written of broken love and the broken heart, vs the enduring love and heart fulfilled.

& my own mush entry...

I Loved You Once


On a vast foreboding ocean
Its only limit the horizon
.....on which I drifted.....
What wind or current,
Or mysterious magnetism
Led me to your shore?


A destiny determined
And altering direction
.....some unknown gale uplifted...
That fate would never circumvent
That touched my deep emotion
And changed my life forever more?


Confluence of devotion
Dormant feelings were awakened...
.....swift from my grasp was twisted.....
I'll never be the same...
I loved you once... that was enough...
To etch inside my very being
The memory of your name~

-jr
 
Love’s Mortal Enemy


Mortal enemy of love
That hid from me the truth
You bartered off my dearest dreams
And took away my youth…


I trusted you when you came wooing
Like dainty pastries on a dish
So tempting were they for my choosing
Displayed for me as I would wish.

So I indulged in all your pleasures
Lifting up my cup to drink
Holding to my bosom treasures
That you promised…
…of all that I would hope or think…

But alas… when morning came I found
My love was gone like silent stealth.
My dreams had fallen on the ground
Mere dust became the evening’s wealth

Today I sit and mourn and muse
My love who from me has taken flight
I see your mask is now removed…
The mortal enemy of love is life.

-jr
 
Poetry360, you've inspired so many of us to post our poetry. I'll join the crowd. I haven't written too many. Here's my most 'romantic' one:

As twilight's tranquil evening falls
And heavens come to view
The stars dot blackened sail above
And I spend time with you
Cast your gaze beneath my breast
To see where you exist
You did not know locked gateways there
Were passed with our first kiss
Come know this place where you reside
Stroked gently by lush crimson tide
You've strolled along it's sacred shore
And left me breathless... I who adore
Your touch, creating spellbound dunes
Your eyes, this world's two enchanting moons
I retrace footprints that I find
To relive memories left behind
Each moment means so much to me
If past... Or what may one day be
On oyster beds which treasures grace
I long eternally your embrace
 
Poetry360, you've inspired so many of us to post our poetry. I'll join the crowd. I haven't written too many. Here's my most 'romantic' one:

As twilight's tranquil evening falls
And heavens come to view
The stars dot blackened sail above
And I spend time with you
Cast your gaze beneath my breast
To see where you exist
You did not know locked gateways there
Were passed with our first kiss
Come know this place where you reside
Stroked gently by lush crimson tide
You've strolled along it's sacred shore
And left me breathless... I who adore
Your touch, creating spellbound dunes
Your eyes, this world's two enchanting moons
I retrace footprints that I find
To relive memories left behind
Each moment means so much to me
If past... Or what may one day be
On oyster beds which treasures grace
I long eternally your embrace

Pabluella Neruda! lovely to read this Valentine's week
 
I have been married to my husband for nearly 45 years. I met him when I was 15 and he was nearly 18, we married four years later. Neither of us had had a boy/girl friend before. We must have got something right having put up with each other for all those years, although we don't do romantic or lovey, dovey, just not us.
 
I married at 22 thinking I was in love; marriage ended when he died from a heart attack 15 months later. Never met anyone else who loved me back. So, no, I never did.
 
I think our marriage has worked because we have always done our own thing, having nothing but our children in common. Sadly half my husband's brain is now completely trashed after a brain haemorrhage in 2006. He was always light years more intelligent than me, academia being his first love.

I am his carer a situation we both dislike, he finds it very hard to accept that occasionally I know better than he does about things which were his territory heretofore. He can no longer drive and is reliant on me to take him places, which is hard on him, and me too as I have no interest in things he enjoys.

Fortunately he can still go out for long walks, without me, which is just as well as he walks a lot quicker than I do as I have arthritis, and my slowness irritates him. He likes the coffee shop in the next village and treats himself to a latte a couple of times a week. He has his own table and I believe the waitresses make a fuss of him.:)
 


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