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Author Name: PremiumMLAllen 14 Comments
Date Added: December 27, 2008 15:12:11 Average Score: (Needs 2)
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All my life I wondered where you were.
I searched, as they say, high and low
to no avail. Well, little avail;
I found you, in part, in various places.
One spring, when the snow was slow to melt
and that sharp chill clung, the hyacinth peeked out.
He brushed away the snow and glowed from within
as he showed me the sweet pink surviving the cold.
My blood surged and my breath caught.
In that moment, I thought he was you.
And that night in Pueblo when the band stayed overtime
and we danced till dawn. There you were. In part.
There was a book of poetry; exquisite, sensual, personal.
I saw you in it. And lying on the sandy beach,
the sun hot on my body, the breeze off the ocean
blew so intimately that it felt like your breath on my skin.
I saw you sometimes in a sunrise.
And when the sun sank low over the mountains
you were there. And when the mighty ocean roared
I felt so close to you that I resisted wiping the spray
from my face for fear of brushing away your kiss.
Sometimes I longed for you so that it took my breath away.
And sometimes whoever bought the Scotch became you for a night.
But always in part. Never were you here in your entirety.
Always there was that vague discontent.
Something indefinable but vital was missing.
Till that Christmas. Suddenly, there you were;
that one who had haunted my dreams.
From that moment, all fell into place. No more parts.
We were one perfect whole. Meant to be.
And, though our time was short, it was magnificent.
Now they tell me that it is better to have loved and lost
than not to have loved at all. I say, I doubt the wisdom of that.
I never knew the pain, before I loved you,
that I've known since I lost you. On the other hand,
I loved you long before I knew you, long before I saw you.
I loved what you were, or what I imagined you were.
And so, if you don't love me anymore, so what?
You didn't love me most of my life.
How much can it matter whether you love me? Or loved me?
While you were here, you were everything I ever wanted.
What really matters is that I loved you. Love you.
For a season, my life was perfect.
I'm not sure everyone can say that.
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Comment By: FreePaul Peter McLean on June 13, 2011 09:26:34 PM Report
Lovely work, Mary Lou. I love the wide range of things you use to evoke the reminders of your love, from the hyacinth to the man who brought you a Scotch. The beautiful penultimate verse brought memories of Robert Burns's words from Ae Fond Kiss:
Had we never loved sae kindly,

Had we never loved sae blindly,

Never metóor never parted,

We had ne'er been broken-hearted.

I like the philosophy adopted in the last verse, though as anyone who has loved and lost will probably say, it is probably harder to adopt that attitude than it is to advise it. I get the message that love never really dies, and that the lover is always left with something good. The last two lines finish the poem off perfectly. Very good work.

Comment By: FreeMicky McMaster on February 22, 2009 01:38:26 PM Report
Such a sad,heartbreaking piece ,Mary Lou
you caught us all and broke our hearts

Well done,my friend

Comment By: FreePelagic Mind on January 11, 2009 10:19:56 AM Report

ML this is a spectacular piece of writing.. It has everything, nostalgia for love, I could almost feel the images here, and the mystery of who the element of that person will be, and then in the endgame the doubt and loss when it turns out that your man for a season has gone... I love this piece.


Welcome back ML itís a poem to be proud of my friend. Brilliant!



Comment By: FreeLeonard Wilson on January 8, 2009 06:46:45 PM Report
For a season, my life was perfect.

I'm not sure everyone can say that



I don't think many can, Mary Lou.. This is just a powerhouse of a write, kid...len

Comment By: FreeButterfly on January 6, 2009 04:15:14 PM Report
This is a wonderful piece Mary Lou...just lovely!


Comment By: FreeKimber Turpin on January 5, 2009 05:41:06 PM Report
Mary Lou, this was such a descriptive piece you have penned... Such elegance to each word and phrase. A very heart wrenching poem.


Comment By: FreeStar on December 28, 2008 12:10:10 PM Report
Mary Lou,

You've touched many points with this write; how we can fall in love with the idea of someone to love and be loved by, how complete we are with that love while it's still with us, and how, when it has gone we are left with it's memories and we can say  " For a season, my life was perfect.

I'm not sure everyone can say that." I know that I too can say those words.


Star *



Comment By: FreeCindy Bendel on December 28, 2008 11:18:10 AM Report
Break my heart.....I understand this completely. MaryLou, you are an amazing woman of great heart. I love this piece soooo much. Going to my faves, not only because it is brilliant writing but because you expressed what lingered in my soul but I have never been able to express. You brought tears to my eyes.

Lovely piece.


Comment By: Freeb doneff on December 28, 2008 07:26:21 AM Report
Mary Lou, this has to be one of your best, so very drawn into the read the reader becomes! This is a fav with me. From the title, to every line, it was it had been dredged up from the depths of a soul, and written as a proclomation for the world, and the soul who wrote it. Very fine writing, indeed.

Comment By: FreeMoonStar on December 28, 2008 01:20:18 AM Report
Mary lou.. That was divine!!!! I was so caught up that I didn't even know I was crying till I felt that tear hit my arm... I felt like I was near you and saw such a personal thing up close...


Thank you,


Comment By: FreeShe Whispers on December 27, 2008 07:21:25 PM Report
Reading this bring back some memories about someone I love even now after all theses years ...
How do we survive... without them...
Why can't we have who we want...
 Distance is the killer  and time does not wait...
 I went back and read this again and still my tears trickled..
Oh, How I feel your longing and your love for him... Hugs ~ She Whispers

Comment By: FreeAlison Storm Wolf on December 27, 2008 04:45:26 PM Report

exquisite and SO true
Ali x

Comment By: FreeLorraina on December 27, 2008 04:30:50 PM Report
For five years I could not find the words of how I felt and now here they are...Thank you my friend for these words of beauty from your heart.....and mine  Hugs Connie (Lorraina)
Comment By: FreeLady Dragonwyck on December 27, 2008 04:30:31 PM Report
Mary Lou:  this is so sensitive and lovely.  I read and was so caught up.  I wanted to skip ahead but didnt dare ruin the impact of each line.  This is superior!!! 


Much love to my beautiful Southern Belle ML


Lady D


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