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Array ( [sid] => 79911 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Thirty Years Later [time] => 2005-01-14 19:02:06 [hometext] => Love and passion are not the strict domain of the young. Thirty years after The Great Romance ended, the passion is still there. [bodytext] => “Long hours make long days
And, worse,
Make longer nights.”
Your words, written so long ago,
Haunt me still
Always will.

You said you could forget to love me…
Did you?
That you would remember the days you did love me...
Do you?
You said I was
the culmination of the first
21 years of your life;
The second 21 years
would be spent trying to forget.
Have you?

You called me your wild sweet love
Said I should do what I had to do.
You told me to chase that devil dream of mine
And come back to see you when I could.
I did. Too late.
You said 4 years till she returns,
But I took five.
Chasing dreams that were easily fulfilled
But not quite fulfilling.

I don’t know the color of your eyes
Even though I spent hours gazing into them.
They truly are the window to the soul
And ours were joined to the very depths.
I don’t remember the mechanics of making love to you;
I remember gazing at you, looking into you, through you
As we touched, arched, and became one.

Will we meet again?
Will we know each other?
If you are walking on the pier
Will you see me there?
If I stop to stare at the water
Under the Michigan Ave. bridge,
Will I see your reflection there?
I still love the rain; it reminds me of you.
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Thirty Years Later

Contributed by LadyBo on Friday, 14th January 2005 @ 07:02:06 PM in AEST
Topic: LostLove

“Long hours make long days
And, worse,
Make longer nights.”
Your words, written so long ago,
Haunt me still
Always will.

You said you could forget to love me…
Did you?
That you would remember the days you did love me...
Do you?
You said I was
the culmination of the first
21 years of your life;
The second 21 years
would be spent trying to forget.
Have you?

You called me your wild sweet love
Said I should do what I had to do.
You told me to chase that devil dream of mine
And come back to see you when I could.
I did. Too late.
You said 4 years till she returns,
But I took five.
Chasing dreams that were easily fulfilled
But not quite fulfilling.

I don’t know the color of your eyes
Even though I spent hours gazing into them.
They truly are the window to the soul
And ours were joined to the very depths.
I don’t remember the mechanics of making love to you;
I remember gazing at you, looking into you, through you
As we touched, arched, and became one.

Will we meet again?
Will we know each other?
If you are walking on the pier
Will you see me there?
If I stop to stare at the water
Under the Michigan Ave. bridge,
Will I see your reflection there?
I still love the rain; it reminds me of you.

Copyright Â© LadyBo ... [ 2005-01-14 19:02:06]
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Re: Thirty Years Later (User Rating: 1 )
by Spazzo on Friday, 14th January 2005 @ 07:11:24 PM AEST
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Great write.

Spazzo

Re: Thirty Years Later (User Rating: 1 )
by Wesley_Dale_Willis on Friday, 14th January 2005 @ 07:52:29 PM AEST
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Very nice imagination, you completly took me to another world. Very very good write....keep them coming...OK? You also saddened my heart...

Re: Thirty Years Later (User Rating: 1 )
by brew on Friday, 14th January 2005 @ 07:57:08 PM AEST
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passion, and it can be there still........believe, and have the faith.! Things, always happen for a reason and have meanings for whatever you want to be. Good write.
Brew~

Re: Thirty Years Later (User Rating: 1 )
by O7NeVeS on Friday, 14th January 2005 @ 09:27:52 PM AEST
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I really enjoyed this poem! TD

Re: Thirty Years Later (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Saturday, 15th January 2005 @ 01:15:34 AM AEST
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Awesome write.

"I still love the rain; it reminds me of you."
Great closing line.

Re: Thirty Years Later (User Rating: 1 )
by Whisper on Saturday, 15th January 2005 @ 03:52:59 PM AEST
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Nice write this. It left me feeling a little sad as I read it . Coz it was so reminding of my own often thoughts.

Whisper

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