I have been in love before...occasionally I have even been loved in return...and currently I am not. This is the prompting behind the following poem, the remembrance of love. Though hope is not actuality and remembrance is not present it has a great hold on the present.
Passion colored by remorse
Sighs deeply at the lover's fate
As remembrance allays the need for joy
Sighing, evermore to sleep
In dreams to find hope
And once more feel love's embrace
Although peace is lost
In contemplation of love's cruel fate
Fond remembrance remains
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