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Lost love poems, although hard to express because of conflicting emotions, help mend the heart after the drama of a break up or a lost loved one in the hands of death. “Trying to forget someone you love is like trying to remember someone you never met.” is a lost love quote that articulates how difficult it can be to let go of love when it becomes necessary. Lost love poetry can help us release love when it is no longer there between lovers and help ease the pain of losing that love we have been so comfortable with for so long. Lost love poems are found in old melodies of folk song and modern day lyrics of music today. We all can say we have sought consolation in song that has lost love as its theme. Lost love poems can be a harsh emotional form of reality. “Ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.” Is a lost love quote that can leave one wondering. Often time one doesn’t realize the love they have until they loose it. Romance comes and goes and all one can do is cope and appreciate what good came from the relationship. Sad poems about loss of love can cause depression, but creativity can prevail from under the stormy clouds of lost love and sad love sonnets and lost love poems can rise above the sadness and a sense of romanticism can be found it. To many times instances where love has been found, is transient. In the discovery of love most all too often realize can be lost, but in doing so many times leave us with life lessons or unfortunately depression and heartache. Lost love poems offer an avenue of conflicting and confusing emotions to break free from one’s mind and heart.
SILENTIUM AMORIS (THE SILENCE OF LOVE) As oftentimes the too resplendent sun Hurries the pallid and reluctant moon Back to her sombre cave, ere she hath won A single ballad from the nightingale, So doth thy Beauty make my lips to fail, And all my sweetest singing out of tune. And as at dawn across the level mead On wings impetuous some wind will come, And with its too harsh kisses break the reed Which was its only instrument of song, So my too stormy passions work me wrong, And for excess of Love my Love is dumb. But surely unto Thee mine eyes did show Why I am silent, and my lute unstrung; Else it were better we should part, and go, Thou to some lips of sweeter melody, And I to nurse the barren memory Of unkissed kisses, and songs never sung. - OSCAR WILDE Quote of the Day
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