As if through a glass and darkly
Eternally I see
You I’ve loved through many ages
Many lives – but always me.
In a distant history lost
We loved in pastures new
That were silent save for whispers
Embracing me and you.
We have sinned and we have suffered
Played the devil and the saint
We have lived and loved and perished
In time to reacquaint.
Yet we cannot name the faces
In changeless changing shape
For ourselves we’ve known before us
From memory escape.
In every life we meet again
On this our love depends
We find anew in strange young eyes
This love that never ends.
That in every future lifetime
I will love you as before
And to spend my life beside you
I will die – and live once more.
In a list
A contest entry
- “We Are What We Repeatedly Do” by SheWasPreternatural.
1500 points, ended October 22, 34 entries
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YUMMM!
I've limited myself to one a day...the sentiment in your poetry is something to savor and relish ... too much and I'm afraid I'd get lost in it.
Your message makes this novice anticipate tomorrow's pleasure.
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Ever After
Garrison darling you never disappoint in fact you more often surprise and delight. I love what you did with the prompt you really made it your own with a brilliant cadence from beginning to end. I adore your style darling for you have such a rich flavour in all that you pen.
This work is breathtakingly beautiful…I think I may have mentioned that same praise to you a thousand years ago on a similar piece…. I am just teasing you darling but one cannot deny the strength you have penned of an ever-lasting love, a gift of love that springs eternal.
My heartfelt thank you darling for a most enjoyable read. I leave you with my wish for a most wondrous day.
Lady E
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Now this I like. Alot. ^^ Been ages since ive read something of yours - I should read more often. You're good.
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Elegantly penned; a tender innovation is dominate here. Such devotion is heartfelt yet achy,
“We have sinned and we have suffered
Played the devil and the saint
We have lived and loved and perished
In time to reacquaint.
Yet we cannot name the faces
In changeless changing shape
For ourselves we’ve known before us
From memory escape.”
Masterful.
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I want to say, wish in one hand, shit in the other,... but I'd be lying, because I'd already sighed in S1, 2, 3...
yeah. Heartfully beautiful hon. Bows.
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Beautiful, pensive and profound, Poet. Such tenderness is evoked within these words. Indeed, it is our past that teaches us to be who and what we are, people from before that have taught us how to love. 
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