NEVER PROMISED
Since a rose garden was never promised,
There shouldn't be a regret in the set.
Which of us two should remain the calmest,
In rondelet where our lips first met?
A word spoken loosely by the psalmist,
Sweeps paradise from our table's fete.
How suddenly clear sky can turn to mist!
What is bargained for is not what we get!
There must have been rules poemed to this tryst.
Spread the dewdrops over morning, oh let
The waning moon, her waxing which we missed,
Go gently into sanctuary; wet
With tears of a beloved's gone to list.
The misunderstanding of romance bet.
© gillena cox 2022
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No promises then but misunderstandings can abound. Belated Happy Hearts Day!
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No roses...no...but still, something....just something...the sadness of regret...well done Gillena..
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I like your use of poetic terms here, Gillena. The romance of poetry contrasts really nicely with the mess we can make of our love lives! It's not like you to write something sad, though.
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Yes indeed! No promises,you might keep waiting for aeons,but never find your true love... so sad :(
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How elegantly you summed up this misunderstanding, Gillena!
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Misunderstanding, bad timing... there are so many reason we go separate ways.
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This is absolutely stellar writing, Gillena!💝💝 I love; "How suddenly clear sky can turn to mist!"
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nicely poetic
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Sometimes best to leave some to mystery...
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So wistful, Gillena, and full of lovely images--that waxing moon they missed.
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