Cruelly, love

Oh, love that warbles through till dawn
and whispers sickly-sweet goodbyes
Β like a silhouette against the startling sky

At length, I praised with wanton sighΒ 
wiped remorse and felt your lips and
wonder if you’d offer me last breath.

Yet somehow, they make us whole,
how cruel is life to those who own
tender hearts and forbearing souls-

 

Photo credits:Β Pinterest

Posted for Music with Marian @ Real Toads

28 Responses

  1. “Tender hearts and forbearing souls”…………what a wonderful line that is! A gorgeous poem, Sanaa.

  2. Margaret says:

    Unfortunately, the sad times, trying times is often what makes us grow. The trick is not to dwell in them too long, let them shape us into a sad person – but to grow and overcome.

  3. Julian says:

    I can feel the emotion in your fine poem.

  4. Bjorn Rudberg says:

    Do we grow stronger by being scarred? Sometimes I feel that’s the case… but it can suffocate us too… Loved your poem.

  5. kanzensakura says:

    A forbearing soul….unfortunately so many people lead these lives of “quiet desperation”.

  6. Gina says:

    Beautiful XXX

  7. Marian says:

    Trying to let go of that remorse… can be a challenge. So lovely, Sanaa ❀️

  8. Caliban says:

    The final stanza rings very true.

  9. lynn says:

    Cannot love heartbreak’s cruelty but love your poetry!

  10. Such a poignant depiction of heartbreak.

  11. Namratha says:

    “tender hearts and forbearing souls”.. loved your poem.

  12. JazzBumpa says:

    “like a silhouette against the startling sky”

    What light through yonder window breaks?

    Beautiful and poignant – nearly perfect in a sad imperfect world

    namaste
    JzB

  13. Paul John Dear says:

    Ahh but without such tenderness we would not perhaps witness such poetic beauty.

  14. Sara McNulty says:

    Such heartsickness in this one, so beautifully expressed. Love the image you chose to pair with it.

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