Posted in Poetry, Relationships

An Old Love

An old love
always better
than a new love
old memories grow
fonder with the years
old love letters,
tarnished promises
everything looks better
as time grows golden,
What did we say,
do, promise each other?
passionate kisses,
warm embraces, sunrise
sunset, whole life plans
faded away,
Why did we break up?
mutually agreed on,
parted as friends
the odd Christmas Card
reading old love letters
the good ones, only

An old love
always better
like good wine, aged
with the vintage being



Just an American lost in Denmark. The past few weeks being back in the good old USA. It is like Aliens have taken over my mind, changing it from what I knew to what I know. It might be the heat, or it might be the influence of hearing English 24 hours a day, but whatever the cause, it is only temporary while dealing with this time and space.

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