This is for all those who have been left feeling lame and sad and duped and humiliated and infuriated and altogether forlorn --all in the name of "love".
Because let's face it, love is all those things, sometimes.
A MEMORY
When he grew pale, and his voice trembled,
And suddenly he could no longer speak;
When his eyes, burning beneath the lid,
Gave me a wound I thought he felt alike;
When all his charms, lighted by a fire
That has never faded,
Were printed in the depth of my desire,
He did not love. I did.
~ Marceline Desbordes-Valmore
4 comments:
I love your valentine's series :)
I too love your V-Day posts. :o) I guess I need to be smart to understand all of the poetry you post though.... sometimes I really just don't get it... lol! You have a more expounded mind than myself. :o)
I am loving all your "Valentine Goodies" Thanks!!
well, the subject of unrequited love is heartbreaking. THE PAINTED VEIL was a very moving movie that captured perfectly this very topic.
When I read A MEMORY I felt the wound of unmatched desire or rather no desire...how is it that we fool ourselves so? xox
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