IF I COULD LIVE MY LIFE AGAIN
by Tara Valentina
If I could live my life Again …
I would kiss you in the dark …
I would dance with you in the park …
I wouldn’t care if my dog would bark …
I would have met you earlier in my youth …
I would have yelled your name out loud … even … if it seemed uncouth …
And if I would have the courage … I would dare …
I would hold you so close … and lovingly …
And let you know how much I care …
I would never let you go …
It would be my feelings that I would show …
Never holding back … not to let a moment waste …
I would outline your lips with my tongue … and never forget how they taste …
Yet always to make it last …
put all our troubles in the past …Every moment shared … is a treasure I hold in my heart.
I’ve loved you ,my darling,my precious one … from the start …
No words need to be spoken …
No hearts would ever be broken …
If I could live my life … all over again …
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I would think of you with deep emotion …and to you … I would give my undying devotion …
Valentina
Poem du jour
2015
“If Could Live My Life Again” leaves me with goose bumped with arrhythmic heartbeats and fairy-dusted breathes surrounded by both electric storms of emotions and sleepy clouds of despair for how personal Ms. Valentina’s poem invades my every cell as a romantic poltergeist.
If we could live our lives again there are many, many changes we all might make, but can unrequited love ever become requited outside a fairy tale be it in verse or poem? O, how I wish, but o, how I weep to imagine that I could live my life again. My personal changes would shock you, who know me well, as much as this poem has left me so longing for such an impossiblity. My invisible tears are my best cyber-testimony that I can offer to the beauty of this poem and o, how those tears appear warm in my eyes, and o, how they remain cold upon my cheeks while I remember how precious time can be and thus miss a dear lady’s lips.
un cri vrai du coeur; mais le temps n’indique jamais, jamais de nouveau
This poem captures the essential facts of life: love is only love when it is expressed and felt. That’s like writing: we must express what’s inside, and the reader only feels it when it is expressed and understood well…
Thanks for reminding us of what’s important, Valentina. I admire your ability to rhyme. I’ve never been able to do that, feels too constricting. What a feat! Interested to see what you can do when you are “freed” with free verse!
This poem captures the essential facts of life: love is only love when it is expressed and felt. Like writing: we must express what’s inside, and the reader only feels it when it’s expressed and understood well…Thanks for reminding us of what’s important. I admire your ability to rhyme. I’ve never been able to do that, feels too constricting. What a feat! Interested to see what you can do when “freed” with free verse!
A wonder and a fun romp with smiles and tears – but this is love, as all who’ve felt it know. Well captured.
As usual.. a beautiful poem of feeling and passion.. always welcome. My applause!