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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Poems From Inside Me
PoetryThis is a chapbook of poetry that led me to dedicate myself to writing, whether it be for money or simply to express myself. In this book I talk about family, love, loss and all the illusions that life brings us through.
