Every Single Day
It felt right to be together
When two hearts became entwined,
There were moments that were priceless
There were two lovers who were blind.
There was a word spoken of expectation
The belief connected by two
Before the seed of excitement
Became an obsession not for one, but for you.
A secret that was hidden
Tucked far away in time
Of a word never spoken
About love being sublime.
A passion-fulfilled affection
That now could never be
A desire that was shared
With only room for you and me.
There was a heart that was broken
Crushed by a single word
A dream that was shattered,
Its terms never heard.
A life watched giving way,
Weighed down by tears.
The living that remained
Was full of terrifying fears.
A question was asked without an answer
Left floating on the breeze
A love now silent
Lay accused of inadequacies.
Where once was love
With compassion and care,
Now left only neglect,
Ignorance and despair.
But in the depths of a shadow
Continued a heart that was incomplete,
In its space, it speaks only in whispers,
But one can hear its steady beat.
One day life may speak again,
Perhaps before it truly dies,
But while your perfume fills the air each day
My heart can not remove this disguise.
© 2022 Daniel Kemp All Rights Reserved
Every Single Day
It felt right to be together
When two hearts became entwined,
There were moments that were priceless
There were two lovers who were blind.
There was a word spoken of expectation
The belief connected by two
Before the seed of excitement
Became an obsession not for one, but for you.
A secret that was hidden
Tucked far away in time
Of a word never spoken
About love being sublime.
A passion-fulfilled affection
That now could never be
A desire that was shared
With only room for you and me.
There was a heart that was broken
Crushed by a single word
A dream that was shattered,
Its terms never heard.
A life watched giving way,
Weighed down by tears.
The living that remained
Was full of terrifying fears.
A question was asked without an answer
Left floating on the breeze
A love now silent
Lay accused of inadequacies.
Where once was love
With compassion and care,
Now left only neglect,
Ignorance and despair.
But in the depths of a shadow
Continued a heart that was incomplete,
In its space, it speaks only in whispers,
But one can hear its steady beat.
One day life may speak again,
Perhaps before it truly dies,
But while your perfume fills the air each day
My heart can not remove this disguise.
© 2022 Daniel Kemp All Rights Reserved
Every Single Day
It felt right to be together
When two hearts became entwined,
There were moments that were priceless
There were two lovers who were blind.
There was a word spoken of expectation
The belief connected by two
Before the seed of excitement
Became an obsession not for one, but for you.
A secret that was hidden
Tucked far away in time
Of a word never spoken
About love being sublime.
A passion-fulfilled affection
That now could never be
A desire that was shared
With only room for you and me.
There was a heart that was broken
Crushed by a single word
A dream that was shattered,
Its terms never heard.
A life watched giving way,
Weighed down by tears.
The living that remained
Was full of terrifying fears.
A question was asked without an answer
Left floating on the breeze
A love now silent
Lay accused of inadequacies.
Where once was love
With compassion and care,
Now left only neglect,
Ignorance and despair.
But in the depths of a shadow
Continued a heart that was incomplete,
In its space, it speaks only in whispers,
But one can hear its steady beat.
One day life may speak again,
Perhaps before it truly dies,
But while your perfume fills the air each day
My heart can not remove this disguise.
© 2022 Daniel Kemp All Rights Reserved
Daniel Kemp 
HI Danny, this poem is tinged with sadness. Sometimes passion becomes a more enduring sort of love that is able to withstand a lot of tough times.
It represents a real moment in time and a decision that was taken. That decision I didn’t completely agree with then, but after this amount of time, I do. I’ve reread it and I think it’s too long. If ever I combine all my work I might shorten it.