The most impossible equation

The sunken love beneath the waves
seems hopelessly to have been lost forever,
buried in the ocean world of tears
where nothing is retrieved or can be found,
the grave that takes it all, returning nothing;
but how come, then, that my love still hovers
in a constant flight on wings of elves
that never can be caught or taken down to earth
and that a few initiated only can be made aware of
and that only the mind's eye can see
apart, of course, from second sight?
That is the strange impossibility and paradox,
that although I have lost my love forever
it is more alive than ever.

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Written on 2009-10-12 at 13:09

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ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
As those we have loved , and loved us in retuern . That love remains . No mater the circumstances of the parting.
I like the poem very much , ense my long wided reply.

...I hear you, again....your poems have changed in a last 2 months, or less, can't know for sure... and I sencesed what you're writing about here.....this echoes a modern version of Nagid's laments(milder version and "approach" to love)...... you are a Ngaid that talks of all your poems, elevating and morose or semi-morose ones...