Every Single Day

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

About Daniel Kemp

Daniel Kemp’s introduction to the world of espionage and mystery happened at an early age when his father was employed by the War Office in Whitehall, London, at the end of WWII. However, it wasn’t until after his father died that he showed any interest in anything other than himself! On leaving academia he took on many roles in his working life: a London police officer, mini-cab business owner, pub tenant and licensed London taxi driver, but never did he plan to become a writer. Nevertheless, after a road traffic accident left him suffering from PTSD and effectively—out of paid work for four years, he wrote and self-published his first novel —The Desolate Garden. Within three months of publication, that book was under a paid option to become a $30 million film. The option lasted for five years until distribution became an insurmountable problem for the production company. All seven of his novels are now published by Creativia with the seventh—The Widow’s Son, completing a three book series alongside: What Happened In Vienna, Jack? and Once I Was A Soldier. Under the Creativia publishing banner, The Desolate Garden went on to become a bestselling novel in World and Russian Literature in 2017. The following year, in May 2018, his book What Happened In Vienna, Jack? was a number one bestseller on four separate Amazon sites: America, UK, Canada, and Australia.  Although it's true to say that he mainly concentrates on what he knows most about; murders laced by the mystery involving spies, his diverse experience of life shows in the short stories he writes, namely: Why? A Complicated Love, and the intriguing story titled The Story That Had No Beginning. He is the recipient of rave reviews from a prestigious Manhattan publication and described as—the new Graham Green—by a highly placed employee of Waterstones Books, for whom he did a countrywide tour of book signing events. He has also appeared on 'live' television in the UK publicising that first novel of his. He continues to write novels, poetry and the occasional quote; this one is taken from the beginning of Once I Was A Soldier There is no morality to be found in evil. But to recognise that which is truly evil one must forget the rules of morality.
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2 Responses to Every Single Day

  1. 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.

    • Daniel Kemp says:

      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.

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