To those we love the most.

To those we love the most.



To those we love the most,

We give them the power to hurt us the most,

Love was never wrong,

It has never been wrong to love,

Even as intensely as you have loved Lindsey,

In spite of and despite what you got in return,

Yes love might hurt,

And very much so,

But love was never wrong,

Sometimes it is only in hindsight,

That we are wise enough to make it right,

But the tragedy or commedy if you like,

Is usually that by the time we can make it right,

The chance is gone and lost,

With every life in me,

I believe that He(God) still makes all things beautiful,

Beautiful in its time,

She might be part of some of your most cherished memories,

But now that she chose to walk away the way she did,

Even as you continue to cherish her memories,

An undue focus on them might bring you to the unfortunate place,

Where you fail to see,

And reach out to that sweeter song,

Which is always there waiting to be claimed,

By those who refuse to wallow in the regrets of the past,

And cling to the comfort of the moment,

I can imagine how you feel,

Pray for her always and wish her well,

Give instructions for your letters to be sacredly kept,

They sure will give us a window to a love which never died,

One whose undying embers will still be fanned to a fiery flame,

Any day , any time by the harmattan winds of mere sight,

Tomorrow I can bet my life you will realise,

That you were spared life long worry and sorrow,

Not being a life long partner to the woman you have loved so much.

© 2010 afeseh ngwa hilary