unfulfilled love - unrequited love - love relinquished - life unlived...

we all are gypsies of a sort wandering traveling through this life other lives space and time here there and yon on roads less traveled - this is a written and visual journal of my own travels - imagined and/or real - come along with me - we'll dance among the stars under the sun and over the moon - we'll share our stories of love around the campfire - come along -

poetry from the heart...


POETRY FROM THE HEART - my own words dedicated to all the words left unspoken, the acts left undone - the love unlived unfulfilled -

i dance with you...only in dreams...

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Wednesday, April 27, 2011

we both knew...













we both knew there’d be a day
when i would go away
that i could never stay
i’d have to go my way
the sun held at bay
and night would come to stay
the stars no longer shine
and cry you are no longer mine
since i went away

but my love with you stays

always
.
.
would you like to hear the words spoken?

7 comments:

Marguerite said...

That is the great thing about love, isn't it? It always stays with those we share it with. Hope you're having a lovely week, cher!

GYPSYWOMAN said...

hi marguerite - yes - a piece of our hearts always stay back with the one it loves - hope you all missed the stretch of storms that came through here last night - and you, too, have a great weekend, lady!

Roger Gauthier said...

Good... I like this one very much. But... you are a living paradox, that's what you are, dear Jenean, a living paradox...

Even here... you are no longer mine since I went away, you say. Maybe he's still yours, wounded, and waiting for a sign!

GYPSYWOMAN said...

oh, dear roger, there you are! you've been away far too long - wonderful to have your spirit flutter by no matter though - perhaps the words are not clear here in terms of that phrase - what i meant them to speak was from his perspective that the stars cry since i left our relationship - they cry that i am no longer his since i went away - but, yes, it is true what you say, i think - i know he is wounded - i know that - i know he still loves me - but - does he - can he - forgive me - for leaving - that i do not know - moreover, for leaving as i did [about which i cannot speak] -

thanks again, dear one, for coming by and for your always always cherished comments -

Magic of Spice said...

Ah, l'amour vrai...so beautiful but sometimes so sad!

GYPSYWOMAN said...

yes, sometimes so sad, magic - but perhaps the beautiful far exceeds the sad -

GYPSYWOMAN said...

and thank you so much, lady magic, for following along here! welcome!!!