Love Lost Somewhere Along the Way

Updated on June 16, 2017
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I'm a writer, a poet, a dreamer. Born and raised in New York City. I live in the suburbs of Riga, Latvia. I have a wonderful cat named Sid.

Somewhere along the way,

almost it seems,

a lifetime ago,

there was love

and there was passion.

Then all the blooms,

sent petals,

dancing in the wind,

no more caring –

no more sweet kisses and caresses.

Somewhere along the way,

we lost the right things to say,

the warmth once felt,

was now like the cold breath of winter.

Soon the paths we walked,

the places we used to roam,

will seem like their overgrown by weeds.

It always seems,

that whenever love fades,

taking with it,

so many joys

and makes the smiles,

once shared,

now brilliant no longer,

we must go on

and become stronger,

because we go on alone,

no more you and I.

Like two colorful butterflies,

that played in the summer sun,

drank the sweet morning dew

and danced through blue skies.

The last drop of wine,

has been drunk,

the last love song sung,

with the setting sun,

I walk off into the dark shadows of night.

Somewhere along the way,

the words of love,

were taken,

left only silence

and pain –

nothing ever the same.

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    © 2017 Gypsy Rose Lee


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        Gypsy Rose Lee 8 months ago from Riga, Latvia

        That is so true Shauna and other times love ends and no one really understands why.

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        Shauna L Bowling 8 months ago from Central Florida

        Love lost is a part of life for most of us. Growing pains, if you will. Occasionally you run across a couple who were first and ever-lasting loves. Those are sweet, sweet stories.

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        Gypsy Rose Lee 10 months ago from Riga, Latvia

        That is so true FlourishAnyway.

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        FlourishAnyway 10 months ago from USA

        You're right. Love doesn't always stay but it can still be a worthwhile experience.

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        Gypsy Rose Lee 10 months ago from Riga, Latvia

        Hope you're all having a great and sunny weekend.

        I got the chills from what you wrote ThreeKeys. I would say believe you might just have really seen an angel.

        You welcome Chitrangada.

        Thank you Bill.

        Thank you Manatita.

        Thank you Harish.

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        Harish Mamgain 10 months ago from New Delhi , India

        Gypsy, love becomes dormant sometime, you have portrayed it so well in this fine poem.

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        manatita44 10 months ago from london

        Initially sweet...charming ... then love died, I suppose. Great insights.

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        Bill Holland 10 months ago from Olympia, WA

        Been there, experienced that, and you captured it perfectly. Sweet melancholy? Sometimes not so sweet, eh?

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        Chitrangada Sharan 10 months ago from New Delhi, India

        So true and relatable! If only Love could remain the same or increase each day.

        Nicely expressed poem as always!

        Thank You for sharing!

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        Threekeys 10 months ago from Australia

        Love. Yearned. Reflected upon. Chased. Elusive in the adult world yet it is the heart and true consciousness of the human spirit in its naked form.

        I don't know about you but all I seem to come across in the face to face world makes me brace my body tensley for the unprovoked harshness and personal attacks. I didn't realize how on guard I had become until I sensed this person standing near me the other day. I, for some reason, started to feel this out of the blue, overwhelming feeling of peace and serenity, that I turned around to see why? It was this stranger that came to stand by me. As I looked into her face, there was this gentle stare of openness expressed with a soft tenderness; and it took me by complete surprise that tears welled up. I don't believe in angels but if I did, it was like I was sent a reminder that goodness, softness and trust still exists within humans. It was a unusual experience for me during this present time. And something I badly needed to know of.

        Keep giving voice to love, Gypsy Rose Lee.....