in my (not so humble) opinion, i wrote some of my best poetry for herself. during our somewhat tempestuous romance, i was so divinely obsessed with the woman, my mind filled with words. words of love, passion, anger, disappointment, loss. we broke up, i was devastated, we made up, i was ecstatic!
i wrote and wrote, she was indeed the most marvellous muse ...
i have never shared with the world the poetry i wrote for her, it was too immediate, too personal. it was ours and ours alone.
the great love affair is finally over, there is no longer any contact between us.
herself no longer read my blogs, i am once again free, free to share my thoughts, my emotions with
my readers. there is no longer a need to censor my writing out of respect for another.
sometimes glad, sometimes sad ...
i am free to share with you ... the poetry of my heart ...
dreamsharer
take my hand and walk with me
in the world of my imagination
where dreams become words
and words reality
and i will show you the magic
of love in a thousand different ways
for you are deserving of a great love
to be romanced and adored
forever cherished
beloved dream sharerCopyright © 2004-2009 by Eryll Oellermann
a little less
blue skies today and sunshine
my pain a little less
my heart a little lighter
perhaps love is only an addiction
causing agonizing withdrawal
day three, day seven
three weeks, three months
enduring addictive resurgences
upsurges of regret
for the lost love ,the missing romance
nudging at the brain,causing irritation
feelings of self denial
once more requiring willpower
perhaps love is only a habit
which if resisted will retreat
turning the pain of today
into the gentle memory of tomorrowCopyright © 2004-2009 by Eryll Oellermann
