Heloise to Peter Abelard

Far too small is the memory
with much too little to still preserve
of what you had been for me and maybe still is
and with time we fade to each other.
Here I am caught by destiny
when unexpectedly you wander through my thoughts,
I am bending myself to man and to God,
are waiting on a messenger to take my letter,
I am still lost in you, in our love.

poem by Gert Strydom
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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