I, true love

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

This is about someone I fell in love with, totally unexpectedly, in December. The song that we listened to together was 'La Quete' by Jacques Brel, where Brel talks of love as an impossible dream and an inaccessible star. I fell in love so quickly and so totally that our trajectories went separate ways. My love for her quickly became completely fantastical, just like that of Don Quixote, the hero of Brel’s song. She ‘burned’ for me, but it was I who loved 'même trop, même mal’ (even too much, even badly). Eventually, her fading love left me weary and without hope; it was all over in little more than a month. I don’t know exactly what I learnt. Does the poem say that true love is always there, somewhere, despite its failure in this instance, or does it say that true love is a fallacy, something impossible and inaccessible, but that we cannot help but desire it and gaze it at in wonder.

Written on or around 21 January 2013.

I, true love

Weary, I slowly retire,

Far away from your soft-dying fire,

Far away from that last fading ember,

That soon we’ll only ever remember.

But long ago, way back in December,

Perhaps before, perhaps in November,

From out of nothing, there emerged a spark,

Standing out, like a light, in the dark;

And it rose like a rose, like a star,

And it climbed and it wandered, so far,

That it came to rest, far away, out of reach,

Impossible, inaccessible, to teach:

“When you, weary mortals, no more yearn,

I, true love, still burn."


Submitted: January 24, 2013

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Matthew D. Hay (Tangible Word)

I loved this, well done :D

Thu, January 24th, 2013 8:14pm

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henryd1

This poem is actually a sonnet, but the gaps between the verses have disappeared and so you can't really tell. It kind of spoils it.

Sat, January 26th, 2013 7:43pm

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Shivangie

A great poem. :) Submerged in the pains and piercing of the long distance love aching every now and then.. I can see you have described the same very feeling which is actually felt when you are in a long distance thing.. Well done :D

Sun, March 9th, 2014 12:03pm