Poems From Inside Me

Poem of the Day

Young Love

Will you forget all about me in a hundred years

If you live that long

Will my poetry still leave you in tears

After I am gone

I think of you still each waking hour

And all the conversations that we had

Your love to me was a magic power

Sometimes even magic can be bad

Love, to me you were the world’s end

Your smile the red-orange break of dawn

But I was in a far off place that was pretend

I was never truly all that brave or strong

No, in fact your smile was all it took to conquer me

As it had done to so many others

And after all this time I’m still not free

Though I have had other lovers

When I think of you and your golden hair

And those lovely wide blue eyes

I tend to think love is neither kind or fair

And running from it isn’t wise

Love can be something that hurts you

As much as it can heal

No matter how your love is perfect and true

Unless you are made of steel

Someone told me once a while ago

That after you moved on you were treated bad

Beautiful woman I want you to know

Failing you still makes me sad

A girl like you could have gotten any guy

Rich or poor, handsome or brave

And so now I curse the Gods and ask them why

The memory of your sweet voice will haunt me to my grave

Leif Gregersen

September 8, 2014

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