A place in time

Juan Pablo Segovia

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Oh, how I miss her!

Death,

merciless, ruthless death,

took her from me.

It took her body,

her frail and helpless body

but not her soul

Her soul stayed with me!

refusing to go,

she waits for me.

I can feel her presence, her warmth

At nights we talk, we drink

and we dance until I can dance no more.

It is my imagination, I know that,

but somewhere in time there is a place

where there is no past, no present and no future

There, and for all eternity,

she gazes into my eyes

and holding my hands

tells me how much she loves me.
 
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Oh, how I miss her!

Death,

merciless, ruthless death,

took her from me.

It took her body,

her frail and helpless body

but not her soul

Her soul stayed with me!

refusing to go,

she waits for me.

I can feel her presence, her warmth

At nights we talk, we drink

and we dance until I can dance no more.

It is my imagination, I know that,

but somewhere in time there is a place

where there is no past, no present and no future

There, and for all eternity,

she gazes into my eyes

and holding my hands

tells me how much she loves me.
In a still stare.
Thanks
some place above.

nice... very nice
 

As tender and sensitive as delicate and sentimental is your poem, dear friend Juan Pablo. And in it, death can not flaunt victory by taking the body of your beloved, because her true being, which is her soul, stayed with you. Her soul is sublimated and exalted because of your prodigious imagination.

With my congratulations, another big and fraternal hug,

Ulpiano
 
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As tender and sensitive as delicate and sentimental is your poem, dear friend Juan Pablo. And in it, death can not flaunt victory by taking the body of your beloved, because her true being, which is her soul, stayed with you. Her soul is sublimated and exalted because of your prodigious imagination.

With my congratulations, another big and fraternal hug,

Ulpiano
Thanks , really appreciate your comment
 
As tender and sensitive as delicate and sentimental is your poem, dear friend Juan Pablo. And in it, death can not flaunt victory by taking the body of your beloved, because her true being, which is her soul, stayed with you. Her soul is sublimated and exalted because of your prodigious imagination.

With my congratulations, another big and fraternal hug,

Ulpiano
As tender and sensitive as delicate and sentimental is your poem, dear friend Juan Pablo. And in it, death can not flaunt victory by taking the body of your beloved, because her true being, which is her soul, stayed with you. Her soul is sublimated and exalted because of your prodigious imagination.

With my congratulations, another big and fraternal hug,

Ulpiano
Ulpiano, thanks for the comment, I really appreciate it, a big hug for you and your family
 
"I can feel her presence"

From what I have read, this is not an unusual experience--to feel the presence of a departed loved one. I don't think it is your imagination.

Some people say that faith in God is childish and irrational because we cannot prove that God exists and we cannot even see him. But I feel his presence wherever I go, the presence of the one in whom "we live and move and have our being." You might be an atheist or an agnostic, but these are just my views, and I don't mean to impose them on you.
 
"I can feel her presence"

From what I have read, this is not an unusual experience--to feel the presence of a departed loved one. I don't think it is your imagination.

Some people say that faith in God is childish and irrational because we cannot prove that God exists and we cannot even see him. But I feel his presence wherever I go, the presence of the one in whom "we live and move and have our being." You might be an atheist or an agnostic, but these are just my views, and I don't mean to impose them on you.
Thanks
 

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