It is said all the stars in the sky will someday become extinct unlike my never-ending love for you.
Bob Boyd
About this poem: I’ve written many love poems; for example at my Romantic Poems Blog, and one could imagine I was writing them with someone in mind. But the truth is I write romantic poems to no one in particular with the exception of maybe a few about past loves of long ago.
In those exceptions, there’s no pining. I essentially resurrect the feelings I had when a past love was in bloom even though no torch is carried for those long ago loves.
And I’ve never gone back to a love that went south. My belief is that to do so puts one in the same unhappy/unsatisfactory situation. At first with a joyous make up it seems both have changed and things are better than they ever were. But usually in time, generally after about a month, old behaviors, yours and hers, resurface and you’re stuck in that rut all over again. To me, it’s the folly of making the same mistake twice.
That said, of course some people have made things work with a second try, God bless them, I don’t know how. But I’ve never put myself in that situation. I just don’t believe in second chances when one’s heart is on the line.
Plus, I see a break up as an opportunity, a fresh chance to find someone more suitable for you and to experience the joys and the ecstasies of falling in love again.
And if a woman wanted to leave me, I’m too proud to beg her to stay and too respectful to try to talk her out of leaving. I see her kinda like a free agent in matters of the heart. And what decent man would want to be with a woman who didn’t want to be with him? It’s a losing proposition and way too controlling.
