Bitter burst the moments,
pungent, dark perfume,
acrid in their energy;
so our love was doomed.
Glorious the leaving,
worthy of your grace,
admiration suppurates;
leaves a foul taste.
Stumble did the feelings,
tripping over grief,
falling into futures;
so my heart released.
http://www.threewordwednesday.com/2015/04/3ww-week-no-425.html
yes sometimes we must go through such grief to find true love.
ReplyDeleteHow very relieved one gets when it had been a roller-coaster sort of that one's leaving.
ReplyDeleteHank