Quite often, because love is something most of us want to find in a lifetime, and because so many things can go wrong in our search for it, we have to keep a sense of humor in order to go about looking for love, or we’ll just lose hope entirely. This poem is about hoping against hope, as it’s known, that things will work out right, somehow.
Remembered Loves Why is it that remembered loves Seem hardly real to me Compared with how I feel right now? Do I love contentedly? I don't love more contentedly, In fact, I love in vain, But I have loved so other times, Nor felt this kind of pain. And other times I have as well Told my love, been reproved, Nor have I recollection of Then having been less moved. And yet, this time around I feel That heaven must me bless, And what makes me deserve this now I can't begin to guess. Perhaps it's that I'm older now And feel I have a fate To be loved well and copiously Before it is too late. So love me, love me, love me please Accept my love as what You've always wanted urgently, And what you've never got. Do this for me, and I for you Will try to do the same, To make all your remembered loves Regrettable, and tame. ©Victoria Leigh Bennett, 1/24/17
Have a good evening! Shadowoperator