I remember; all seemed possible in our love.
Birds sang for us alone, the world was bright and new.
Romance gleamed silver droplets from the moon above
and there was magic simply in the sight of you.
Yet here the moon in June is clouded
and winter alone is dark and bleak.
So became my love all shrouded,
my heart grew cold, I could not speak.
There is no reason now to smile
and sigh for blossomed silver light.
Your blue eyes elsewhere now beguile.
And so I hear in dark of night
a sound, the closing of a door.
...I do not know love anymore.
A contest entry
- Unrequited Love Sonnets by poets whisper.
900 points, ended November 12, 15 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Excellent
What a terrific write, so very well expressed. Best of luck in the contest
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Loved this
There is no reason now to smile
and sigh for blossomed silver light.
Your blue eyes elsewhere now beguile.
And so I hear in dark of night
a sound, the closing of a door.
...I do not know love anymore.
You capture the pathos of a lost love beautifully
good luck in the contest -
Hood-Winked again ~ again!
My oh my! I love this one, too!
You can turn so easily and effortlessly from the strict discipline of rhyme and meter to the far more metaphorical and intricate web of free verse and then switch again to other poetic forms, such as this Sonnet.
To quote a movie character..."(Your poetry) is like a box of chocolates...you never know what you're gonna get!"
Yay for creativity and talent...both of which you have in oodles! 
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nicely done. Unrequited love is such a good subject for the sonnet ... not happy, but it lends itself well to the form. So does love newly tasted ... perhaps that will be my next contest. Thank you for entering this one.
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I love it!
I chickened out of this contest!
You're a better man than I Gunga Din.
I love in particular the last two lines. They have a beautiful contrast.
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such a sad story of lost love, very nicely worded. All the best in the contest
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I think they say it's better to have loved than never...I think it could be true. great write and rhyme.
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A poignant poem that tells of a love found then lost in a gentle romantic way.
No matter what the scientists tell us about the heart being a muscle and a pump it will always remain the symbol of love. Growing warm then cold leaping and sinking etc..
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