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Saturday, August 06, 2011

Love Lingers

Alfred said it is better
to have loved
and lost
than to have
loved at all.

The good Lord
Tennyson was wrong.
One never loses love.

Love lingers.

Like a rusty barbed wire digging
deep into the flesh
of an unlucky tree,
love lingers in the heart.

Like the sharpest shard
of a broken glass
invisible on the
kitchen floor,
jabbing savage
into a bare foot,
love lingers in the soul.

Like the sweet perfume
of a passing lady
that reminds you of the one,
love lingers in the memory.

Better to have loved and lost?
As age and wisdom increase,
I now wonder if that is true.

Better to have loved or not?
Because love lingers, its sweet
taste I have come to rue.

© Francisco G. Rodriquez, 2012

2 comments: said...

This is a nice piece.

I have to share my one and only Tennyson joke, though.

"It is better to have loved and lost a short person than never to have loved a tall."

Har har.

The Curmudgeon said...

That's pretty funny. Even more so since I have a phobia about little people. They scare me.