A Promise of True Love

by compound complex 7 Replies latest jw friends

  • compound complex
    compound complex

    She captivates this tired and lonely man, holding him tenderly in her tightening but welcome thrall.

    However much he pretends to resist, he willingly caves to Her amatory attentions.

    Supernal love revives what was once declared dead and gloriously reawakens youth's cravings, long dormant.

    This man, of little worth and fashioned diminutive in body, is big in heart . . . and She sees.

    Felled by life, he arises, although slowly, under the life- and love-giving rays of the magnificent Moon.

    Her allure is irresistible and dominates a devoted corps of men who aver that their newfound allegiance is not without cost to them, they who have relinquished all earthbound affections.

    The Queen of Heaven promises an eternity of true love fulfilled, no love ever again gone unrequited.

  • nancy drew
    nancy drew

    A welcome thrall

    a magnificent moon

    amatory attentions

    yodel of the loon

  • compound complex
    compound complex

    Thank you, Nancy! Always a pleasure.


    O, melting moon,
    she drips puddles
    of light about my

    Achingly, she lets out
    a tiny groan, allowing
    to slip a sole and final

    that will caress my febrile
    brow, to reassure that, ever-
    more, I will be La Luna's only

  • compound complex
    compound complex

    Truly, I had wished for more . . . so very much more.

    Our love, so I believed, was beyond time and death. Your promise of true love allowed this little man to soldier on despite his every reason to bid the world goodbye.

    Have I set my sights too high? I hold you dear, more so now than ever before. Yet, your inattention to my torn heart plunges me into a despair that has no boundaries. You once were attentive to my plaintive cry and offered succor that would heal my disquieting mood. Yes, ever at my side to console and to lift from the fathomless pit.

    There is no question that I am needy, that I do admit. Surely, it pains me that I am a weak and ignoble excuse of a man. Nonetheless, we were a perfect match: you, the strong and giving, I the devoted and worshipful.

    Where have you gone?

  • compound complex
    compound complex

    You whispered in my ear that ne'er would you leave me.

    But, truth be told, you died -- you died and flew away when I could not stand alone, nor take a step, unless first you should offer a shoulder upon which to cry.

    Then, and only then, would I be free to take that path less traveled. Now I tread that lonely road, but alone.

    Your promise to love forever buoyed my spirits, kept my sinking heart afloat.

    You did not lie and break a solemn oath -- you simply departed this pain-filled orb and went your way to another land.

    Does love reign eternal where now you are?

    Do promises, though long ago made, still hold their worth?

  • compound complex
    compound complex

    Weary, weary my poor heart is, that none should care to cross my path.

    Though my youth would declaim such a sorry state, this tired, old man

    has little else to say . . .

  • nancy drew
    nancy drew

    Hey Mister Tambourine Man play a song for me

  • compound complex
    compound complex

    Thank you, Nancy Dear!

    You're a lifesaver. Not so many years back there was interaction on mad poetry. Not so much anymore.

    With gratitude.


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