Remind Me Not, Our Love Was Lost
I first read Lord Byron's poetry, after a love was lost.
Each of us going separate ways; sorrow, the high cost.
Byron wrote of his grieving in 'When We Two Parted,'
of how lovers might leave off; both sadly broken hearted.
He expressed his time of "silence and tears," endured
for years from the one he'd loved, and of his cold cheek,
the one she'd kissed with soft lips, the one that had allured.
His verses written in poetic words; ones he could not speak.
He wrote of affection lost in the sentimental poem, 'The Tear.'
How the name of his loved one, his heart shall always revere
and loathed the last look he took as she slowly turned away.
Byron lived with romantic despair; his Sonnets woefully convey.
The women he loved no longer walked in beauty like the night...
'She Walks in Beauty,' is perhaps the most famous of his writes.
His appreciation for love read in, "A heart whose love is innocent!"
But once lost, the stars are veiled by clouds becoming imminent.
I reference a lesser of his works, for it's become my favorite one.
'Remind Me Not, Remind Me Not' made me feel dolefully undone.
He penned, 'those beloved, vanish'd hours my soul was given thee."
Bereft but "may never be forgot," though their loved ceased to be.
He dreamed the love they'd shared returned, but that was fantasy
and swore his love would not fade. In his heart it remained reality.
Final lines, "Can still a pleasing dream restore," instead of being forgot?
If hours we had together are gone, "Then tell me not, remind me not."
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Lin Lane
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