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Love Has A Name



Love Has A Name


My Love has a name.
I scream out the name in vain.
For without him, my Love, life is not the same.
For without him, I can not walk down life's lane....
For the memories of him has stained.....my heart and soul.

I loose myself to the darkness and travel upon unhallowed ground...
Listening to the sound of echos....
Whereupon I sceamed his name...
And the echos come back to me unanswered just the same.
It must be I am on the dead Lover's Lane.

The hunger of the dream of him drives me to reach beyond God's grasp... for his Love.
Even the Angels above....
Can not help me is this endeavor.
I need a savior ...
To save me...
For I am completely lost....
It will cost...
Me my life in this unholy act...
to get him back.

All our prayers and our beliefs....fail.
Our plans are derailed and our desires are impaled on the cross of fate.
I want to try again, but it seems it is to late...
Or should I wait to consecrate the doom of our tomb....
That we are hurling towards...be it
Devastation or the precipice of Love's devotion, an emotional tightrope - we must walk safely to the other side, where we may reside in excitement, comfort and in peace.

We will live in nature and thrive and not cry with a sorrowful heart - for death is not the final end....
Whether or not it sends us into another world.

It is responsibility, not power that we should seek, so we will meet our destiny ....for when we die ....the world will cry and look down the tracks that we have left walking this earth.

Life is not separate from death. They are bound together....we are forever spirits trapped now in our bodies and in death we shall be set free to leave the clay and dust that we are made from....as we make the most of what comes our way.

We can all succeed if we live in the present, and ignore the monsters that may be ahead of us, thus we may have the courage...to walk away from our past...and leave it all behind.

We can all be heroes in our lives, not because we have won or lost. But we pay the cost with our concious....a precious thing to be content with. For we can learn more from a fool's questions than from a wise sage's answer. If we keep learning...we stay young.

We can obtain opportunities in every difficulty ....learning from our opponents content and style. Ok. So there is patience and it is not sudden but more like a seed that is planted...and then matures to grow up, bearing it's fruit...and then when it is harvested....so we begin to make wine to drink and be a balm for a mind of a sorrowful heart.

Be we are different and are not the same as others, staying hungry for success, but feeding ourselves small little bites along the way

My Love has a name.
I scream out the name in vain.
For without him, my Love, life is not the same.
For without him, I can not walk down life's Dead Lovers Lane.
For the memories of him has stained.....my heart and soul.
This is the Love that I Claim.
My love is a pistol....
I pulled the trigger....
Before the alter.
And I leave with this prayer....
That my Love will find me there.

About this poem

We all have had Loves in our lives that did not always go the way we would want. The angst we feel is what this poem is about...along with a few sage comments about life.

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Written on May 26, 2021

Submitted by b4melodyonline on June 09, 2021

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Melody Moreno-Vazquez

I am 61 and a product of rural Oklahoma. I did get out and see the world but came back to the state where I grew up to live and write poems...which is the focus of my life. more…

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