Poetry

THE OLDEST LOVE LETTER


Music: Michel Pepe – Le berceau de la vie.
Video edited by Carlo Gallozzi

THE OLDEST LOVE LETTER

It took a long time and a great deal of thought,
I couldn’t believe I had lost what I sought.
I should have forgotten, moved on and known better,
But I sat down and wrote her the oldest love letter.

It spanned many years – no, a lie I have told:
Perhaps it…. I’m vague or perhaps I am old.
But always remembered how sharp that I fell,
For her green eyes, her kisses, the thrill of her spell.

And so I am writing the oldest love letter,
Whilst hoping the years will be treating her better;
As sharp and in focus as memories of you,
I love you as then and you know that I do.

The oldest love letter is proud in defeat.
It mellows, (no anger) …. just bitter and sweet.
A brooding nostalgia with wisdom to taste,
To soften the promise of young love laid waste.

Forgotten the hard words that brought us to anger;
The years pass much quicker; I dwell and I linger,
But you know why I’m writing this oldest love letter,
For youth was the lover who couldn’t forget her.

I am pinned to my cross by a memory old,
Haunted through life by a love that grew cold,
Recapturing moments when love reigned supreme.
But this oldest love letter rekindles my dream.

Michael Walsh

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MA VOURNEEN

Music: Ernesto Cortazar – The way we were
Video edited by Carlo Gallozzi

MA VOURNEEN

When time and distance separate us,
Then you will find the spirit of our togetherness,
In a glass of wine.
My darling; Make it a long stemmed glass,
To remind you that even the minute apart is the longest one.

Fill it to its very brim to symbolize,
The fullness that you bring to my heart;
Sip it gently, and often, that you may know,
That each slight touch or glance is a kiss from you.
And most of all; let its spirit warm you as yours has warmed me.

Raise the glass and salute both the past and the future that link us;
But most of all, toast the emptiness that lies between,
Without which there could be no anticipation.
And if the spirit of the glass brings,
Warmth, peace and joy to the inner you,
Then you will understand what you have brought to me.

Let the shimmer of the wine’s sparkle on your lips,
Hint at desire;
The coolness of the chilled bottle the long ago.
The chuckle of its pour, the future.
But most of all may it, as it becomes part of you,
Remind you that you are a part of me.

Michael Walsh

NB: Ma Vourneen is Gaelic for My Darling.

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