<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=482308" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Love Come And Gone</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">You were not always gentle but you never failed to love as strongly, as you did everything, you loved me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It was a fire in you and it pained. I think you hated loving, were afraid of it, as though it might expose some tender scar that never truly healed. But I was grateful even for the cruel, insensate passion that lashed against me. Perhaps I needed punishing. My own love was not always gentle.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">You were a god I had to own, keep to myself and could not even share with you. When we first joined our love a trumpet sounded from a storm that rode the shoulders of the night. I lay sheltered, glad to be afraid, in your arms with your lips hard pressed to mine and I drew warmth from you that would never cease protecting me against the rages of boiling from without and from within.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">You were my other self, my only love, a self I found and had not known was lost until that moment when I felt you grow within me. It was as though I had created you. No separate lusting flesh was ours that night but one united.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We could dare anything and did. We dared to be reborn in the music of the morning, dared to die a little when the cello sounds of twilight sang. But Love's a celebration not a diary of days. You felt the weight of my dependence and the candle we had lit was not enough to see by. The dearest lovers do not walk in unison or it becomes a prisoner's march.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So we moved on, two rivers forking out from their main stream. You to your work and I, a woman what could I do? I tried to love. I never found myself again as I had lived in you, but I found love of sorts to ease the pain of living.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">(Poet unknown) </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Read latest writings by ROTMS at<br>http: //rotms.blogspot.com/</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ray+Lucero">Ray Lucero</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=482308" data-title="Love Come And Gone de Ray Lucero" data-description="You were not always gentle but you never failed to love as strongly, as you did everything, you loved me. It was a fire in you and it pained. I think you hated loving, were afraid of it, as though it might expose some tender scar that never truly..."></div> </div> </div>

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