Monday, January 12, 2026

wine and roses

there was a time
your smile would
light up my room

the beauty of your 
eyes pulled me 
into a dream

these were the days
when love seemed
so simple

but in truth,
we learned that true 
love is not always 
wine and roses


36 comments:

  1. Very true, love is a fickle thing.

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  2. I want to know why those days can't continue. Why does that first part have to become a fantasy and the rest reality :(

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  3. Nice one
    Thanks for dropping by my blog

    🎇much love

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  4. Awwww. This is sad, and deeply felt.
    De

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  5. A knowing and succinctly conveyed poem - Jae

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  6. It's a beautiful time when love comes easy.

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  7. Sobering, when a smile wasn't enough!

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  8. just like the roses have thorns...

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    1. And sharp thorns at that. Thanks for reading Bjorn.

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  9. There's a lot of truth in that last stanza.

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  10. Wine, roses and smiles that light up rooms sadly do not always last long, but true love has many expressions. Nicely done, Maria.

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  11. Eric here. Sure enough. But can we hold both?

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    1. I would like to think we can. Thanks for reading Eric.

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  12. Roses will bloom again and wine gets better with age :)

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  13. Aptly put, Arcadia. Learning that truth can be tough!

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    1. It certainly can be. Thanks for reading Jennifer.

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  14. Very well written. 👏 Warm greetings from Montreal, Canada ❤️ 😊 🇨🇦

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  15. So very true, Arcadia! Great poem!

    Yvette M Calleiro :-)
    http://yvettemcalleiro.blogspot.com

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  16. Love is always simplest at the beginning. Good poem, Arcadia!

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