I do not know who this person is .

I made love, there was love, we said love

touring the surroundings with him and to guesthouses and spent every breathing moment doing nothing and feeling  everything it was another day in paradise followed by another

seeping into each others hearts and dreaming out our life ahead

NOW

I look at pictures and try and see the same person and he is just not there...I am not sad ..I am only disenchanted by love and what it leads me to believe is capable.

Foolish?

I am thinking twice in paradise again.

I am blistered but will walk again.

Comments

[Paul]

I just reread these lines--my favorite. I'm sure you don't go back and read new comments on past postings, but I'd like you to know how I feel about particular poem.

[Cathy]

Love it! True emotion. When I read it I can feel an essence of completeness and then abruptly my heart breaks – I truly feel empathy with each sentence.
[ The Dook ]

[Ryan]

I hope these memories are distant and new ones fill your album with greater love. If not then one day...

[sukh]

thats awesome

[Chris Kay]

And don't we all feel that way sometimes.

[FJ]

Don't get too disenchanted with love, dude. It's sometimes a bitch to be in love, but it's good to love, lust, lament ... it means you're alive and being alive is always a good thing. FJ