To a fault
18September 1, 2019 by petrujviljoen
grim
not being loved until
one recovers from one’s faults
edited 23/9/2019
grim
going unloved until
one recovers from one’s faults
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The photo compliments the poem; a reflection (up-side down) not “not being loved” but not being able to love “until / one recovers from one’s faults.” Still “grim” though.
Thanks!
I’m hoping for forgiveness? And trying to forgive.
I love this poem. It is perfect.
So do I, I can assure you. 🙂
Impossible in fact. The ones who make those demands are best left behind…(K)
Thanks for that! And I’ll keep it firmly in mind for the sake of future mindfulness. 🙂
The power of this will stick with me for a very long time.
I feel I should say I’m sorry. But of course I can’t …
Nope, no need. Writing sometimes does that. It’s a compliment, really.
Yes, I know trE!
Haha. Okay, then. 😊
🙂
Always loved, loved you yesterday, love you today, and will love you tomorrow. Always remember you are always loved. 🙂
Thanks Susan! Much appreciated. How are you?
We are works in progress, P, who knows if we shall be in time for the coming bliss?
Indeed! Who knows Bruce!
Great Poem – I love you anyway, sport!
Ja! Well. no. FIne!!