In Love With You Again

[aims]

My love for her has faded to fondness and just when i thought i was all threw
love held no enchantments anew
again as if for the first time I saw you
and I knew
I never stopped
I still love you
you and your sweet smile
so beguile
you and your unself-conscious wit
ensnared, captivated, enslaved I sit.
You are the "IT"
that gives my heart a fit.
Yet, not goo goo eyes,
nothing so childish or intense applies
just a lingering love
resting on my shoulder like a dove
like a hand in a well worn glove.
yet nothing to do
I could never have you
neither before nor now
no declarations
no vow
just a little
heart bow
in recognition,
of a sweet painless
hopeless postion.

[anirbas]

Lovely rendition of unrequited love, now at peace...Beautiful. I loved it.
Therefore, *EXALT!*

[aims]

Thank you!!!

[moseley]

the differences in unrequieted love though is the connection to the inner person who holds it...it is a silent thing, never spoken of, unless in poetry, then, it speaks somewhat to all of us in our way, a nod that we all are fallible in our construction this way, in our own way, because unrequieted love is personal, it is a true image of the person and therefore, like the person living life, it is one of the most durable things we carry with us, unlike a personality, unrequieted love is very close to the essence of what we really are, what we really need...infatuation on the other hand is only a momentary notice of that which we want, which changes like the weather...it is a lovely soul that can not only hold these feelings, but is willing to share and reveal them...such is the gift of a naked poet, giving us the eye into our own selves this way.
AIMS you are a splendid naked poet!