Your True Love


Just a diversion
An image you created
And then trapped them in
Until they were forgotten
Then their passing, and then yours

About Ben Naga

The Spirit that graces me with its passing has no name and stems not from thoughts and words, though it gathers them up as it flows, but from feeling.

Posted on July 11, 2015, in Poetry, Tanka and tagged , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 7 Comments.

  1. An idea in motion
    Dreaming a vision
    A person to love
    In imagination
    She loves back
    A mind floats
    Time passes
    Memories hazy
    Lost time
    Disappearing space
    Follow behind
    All is over
    All is gone

    jk 2015

    ps. Time to return!

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  2. I think ‘true love’ in a romantic sense is this way, for many. To me, love is not transient. If it can be killed or if the beloved can be forgotten, it is not ‘true love,’ at least to me. I have even found myself loving former ‘enemies.’ Strange, but true.

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