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His One and Only Love

Updated on September 19, 2013

His footsteps echoed

Over the floorboards

In his father’s house

Where is didn’t feel at home

Forced to do what money dictated

He had left his love behind

A love that he would never forget

Walking out onto the porch

He sat and looked across the garden

Where as a small boy

He had run and played

His thoughts straying

To the woman who now was crying

He once had had the courage

To leave behind

All that his family dictated

And started a brand new life

Out in the country where he could be free

Leading a simple life

Writing his latest book

When she had come along

And filled his world with joy

She had come and stayed

And they had lived among pine forests

And country roads

Loving and laughing and living

But when his father had become senator

He demanded to have a complete family

It meant his son had to do what was right

And being a writer was not

Loving for the sake of love was not

But returning to family

Marrying into society

Was what was right and proper

And so feeling guilty for denying

His father and his legacy for so long

Not a word did he say to his love

He knew if he tried

He would never leave

So he left her one morning

With a letter

Hoping that hate

Wouldn’t turn her against him

Yet knowing he would never return

So here he was doing what was right

A dutiful son with a broken heart

That night he felt her

As if she were beside him

And then he knew that no matter what

He couldn’t spend his whole life

Beside a wife with hands as cold as ice

Beside a wife he didn’t love

Showing everyone how proper

A senator’s family was

And he wondered if his mother

Had done the same for her family

And he supposed she had

There appeared to be no love

Between his mom and dad

But they sure looked fine together

And everyone admired them so

That was when he knew

That he couldn’t live a lie

His father could keep all his riches

His fame and his world

Deny him as a son

But he would have his career

And he would have the woman he loved

Not wasting a moment longer

He faced the man he had feared growing up

And left the house

Knowing he would never come back

It seemed that a burden

Suddenly was lifted

He was going home

And he hope that she would be there

She was hurt and bewildered

When he took her in his arms

He held her while she cried

And while she laughed with joy

She was the only family

He would ever need

© 2013 Gypsy Rose Lee


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      Rosemary Sadler 3 years ago from Hawkes Bay - NewZealand

      Beautiful Rasma. I love your narative poetry and stories of romance. We have to live life for ourselves and not for others.

      Loved this poem voting Up plus

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      Bill Holland 3 years ago from Olympia, WA

      I'm with Rosemay...your narrative poetry is beautiful always!

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      wetnosedogs 3 years ago from Alabama

      Sometimes that's the way it has to be in families. Hurray for true love.

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      Faith Reaper 3 years ago from southern USA

      True love wins! Beautiful.

      Up and more and sharing

      God bless, Faith Reaper

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      PurvisBobbi44 3 years ago from Florida

      Such sweet words of bliss that true love wins in the end. Always a great job of telling your story through poems.

      Bobbi Purvis

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      Graham Lee 3 years ago from Lancashire. England.

      Hi Rasma. O such a beautiful hub. Beautifully written and the theme, O so true. Wonderful.

      voted up and all.


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      Martin Kloess 3 years ago from San Francisco

      You have truly pained love at its best, thank you

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      Chitrangada Sharan 3 years ago from New Delhi, India

      Wonderful poem!

      I loved your narrative style. True love always wins.

      Well done!

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      Randi Benlulu 3 years ago from Mesa, AZ

      Beautiful! Filled with hope! Up+

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      Kari Shinal 3 years ago from Fayetteville, NC

      I feel that I identify so much with this piece. So many times we do what is Proper, not what is Right. Our happiness depends on the latter. Thank You Gypsy for the reminder.

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      Bronwen Scott-Branagan 3 years ago from Victoria, Australia

      Lovely. The choice is ours and we should choose what is right and not be influenced by what people might think.

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      ocfireflies 3 years ago from North Carolina

      I will always vote for true love., and your poem expresses it beautifully.



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      Gypsy Rose Lee 3 years ago from Riga, Latvia

      Sorry this reply came so late. I've been suffering lately from a very bad head cold and it's been tough going. Appreciate all of your comments.

      Glad you enjoyed this Rosemay and thanks for the vote.

      Glad you enjoyed this Bill.

      True love is always tops wetnosedogs.

      Glad you enjoyed this Faith. Thanks for the vote and share. God bless.

      If possible it's always great when true love wins in the end Bobbi.

      Glad you enjoyed this Graham. Thanks for the vote.

      I never tire about the subject of love Martin.

      Always good for true love to win Chitrangada.

      Glad you enjoyed this btrbell and thanks for the vote.

      So right happiness depends on what is right for us and in our hearts.

      If we get influenced by other we often let love pass by Blossom.

      True love is always the best Kim.

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      Dream Lover 3 years ago from Zagreb

      Such sweet words ,amazing poem ;)

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      Gypsy Rose Lee 3 years ago from Riga, Latvia

      Glad you enjoyed this Anita.

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