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Reflections on Love

This is one of several pages of original poetry, prose and reflection by this author which comment on many aspects of the human condition

Yours Truly

Yours Truly

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These short pieces are my reflections on the subject of love.

Some of these will be very personal truths for me, some have a basis in truth in my life, and some possibly have only a little truth in my life.

I can relate to all of the sentiments, but I cannot at this time say which are most personal to me.

I hope though that all may strike a personal chord with someone.

It has been a pleasure to write them.


How sweet the innocence of youth and the immense passion of first love.

The belief that love is all that matters. The belief in fairy-tale romance. The belief that love conquers all...

A belief that all too often fades with age, and is extinguished, as harsh realities set in and the daily grind of living becomes ascendant, and the romance is then forgotten and loving together becomes just living together and existing together.

But I still believe...

40 years on.


How strange the touch of love...

The touch of the skin of a billion people would stir no emotion, no feeling, no sense of desire, no passion.

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And yet...

The touch of the skin of the one I love feels softer and gentler than the finest silk, and more comforting too. And lips; to touch our lips together; how such a simple touch can pump the adrenalin and make the heart beat faster, is something no science can explain.

How strange the touch of love.



The emotion, the tugging at the heart, the bond stayed firm, the man and the woman together in the field. Nothing could take away the strength and the depth of the feeling.

The bond between them would never be broken. She knew that. There among the grass under the shade of the old oak tree, she knew the love would live forever.

The tears poured as she laid the flowers on his grave.


An all-consuming emotion. An emotion which can block the mind to rationality, an emotion which can blind the eye to ugliness, an emotion which can deafen the ear to evil words. It lightens the heart more than the lightest of good humours, it stirs the tears more than the deepest pain, and when it is betrayed, it can create bitterness deeper than the most intense anger.

That is love.



She doted on him. In her eyes he was the most special man in all the world. He was the man who could do no wrong. He was the man who had the brightest future, the nicest smile. He was all she lived for, all she thought of. She would have done anything for him. And did. Oh, others would come into his life and love would grow again, and any new love would be of a very very different kind, and maybe this new love would grow deeper than his love for her.

But the love which any other person felt for him would never be as deep as the love he experienced from her.

And he knew it, but he knew it too late to say thank you. Saying thank you when she is no longer there is too late.

Thank you mum.


The following is taken from one of my other pages - a compilation of short stories each of exactly 50 words. The clue is in the title - this piece is exactly 50 words in length.

With love, my mother gave birth and nurtured me.

With love, my girlfriend stared into my eyes, squealing ‘Yes!’ to my proposal.

With love, my children laughed and squeezed my hand and needed me so much.

With love, my friends mourned my passing.

What love! The measure of my success.



Her love was clear and focused. She came from a poor background in a poor country. He came from a rich background in a rich country.

Her love was deep and true and and it was certain. And she had so much love to give.

First for his passport, second for his wallet, third for him.


Is there anything which is worse than a relationship which still remains, when all the love in that relationship has been lost?

Yes there is;

There is a relationship which has been lost, when all the love in that relationship still remains.



Each time she strolled past him she smiled, and continued on her way, forgetting the moment. Oblivious.

And each time he smiled back, and consumed in his own fantasies, he watched her go.

Some times she'd briefly chat with her acquaintance, before continuing with her day, forgetting the moment. Oblivious.

And each time he would cherish those moments and how he wished he had the courage to tell her the things he wanted to tell her.

Then one day she left and never returned. Oblivious to what she had left behind.

And he would always wonder. What ever became of her? And what might have been, if only .....


There is a hole that exists. A hole that is deeper than the deepest well, deeper than the deepest mine, deeper than the greatest chasm. And it is darker, more empty, more hollow.

Emptiness and hollowness can be relative terms. A hole which has always been a hole is no more empty today than it has ever been.

But where once there was solidity and warmth and fullness, if now there is vacuum and coldness and emptiness, then this is when the hole feels deepest, and the emptiness and the hollowness are most acute.

Today the hole is in my heart. And it is the deepest, most empty, hollowest hole in all the world.

And it can never be filled again.


Thank You for Reading this Page

From Alun

(With Love)




Please feel free to quote limited text from this article on condition that an active link back to this page is included

My Other Creative Pages ...

  • 50 Word Mini-Stories; A Creative Writing Exercise
    A number of years ago the Daily Telegraph newspaper ran a competition to write a story or essay in exactly 50 words - not one more, not one less. In this page I publish a few of my 50 word essays.
  • Reflections on Loneliness and Depression
    This is a page which explores through some short essays the emotions and behaviours which accompany the clinical state of depression, and also one of its most prevalent and pernicious causative factors - the experience of loneliness
  • Reflections on Beauty
    They say 'Beauty is in the eye of the beholder'. In this collection of poetry, prose, sentiments and reminiscences, I am the beholder, and these are my thoughts on the subject of beauty and what it means to me
  • Reflections on a Lost Relationship
    These are xpressions of emotion composed in the first two weeks after the end of a relationship, and reflections of the thoughts which flitted through my head.

All My Other Pages ...

  • Greensleeves Hubs on HubPages
    As an Internet writer I have written articles on many subjects including science and history, politics and philosophy, film reviews and travel guides, as well as poems and stories. All can be accessed here

© 2011 Greensleeves Hubs

I'd Love to Hear Your Comments. Thanks, Alun

Greensleeves Hubs (author) from Essex, UK on December 13, 2018:

Thank you Yanglish. How true!

Yanglish on April 20, 2016:

When we fall in love our reason does not prevail. Things are complicated because we cannot always translate feelings into words.

Greensleeves Hubs (author) from Essex, UK on April 05, 2016:

CatherineGiordano; Thank you Catherine very much for that. I appreciate your nice words. Absolutely agree about love and melancholy. They are like two sides of the same coin; it is difficult perhaps to have love without at some stage experiencing the reverse emotion, whether through rejection or bereavement. But of course when love is true and lasting, it can be worth all the heartache which may on occasion accompany it. Cheers again, Alun

Catherine Giordano from Orlando Florida on April 04, 2016:

Your writing is so poetic as befits the subject matter--love. Most of your stories are tinged with a bit of melancholy--again as befits the subject. Love is so often entwined with sadness because there is always the loss of love. Very beautiful little essays.

Greensleeves Hubs (author) from Essex, UK on December 08, 2014:

techygran; Thank you so much for that wonderful comment Cynthia. Your words touched me because creative writing comes from the heart and it's all the more rewarding therefore, when it is appreciated.

Most of the essays are based at least in part on personal experience and notably so, the piece you single out. We all have regrets don't we, about things we should have said to loved ones when they were alive, and I am no exception. There are things I should have said to my mother.

Thanks for the votes and shares Cynthia. Very much appreciated. Alun

Cynthia Zirkwitz from Vancouver Island, Canada on December 07, 2014:

I'm not sure why, but I was knocked off balance in reading these reflections on love-- I believe it may have been because I often come across poetic licence that has expired or perhaps was given out by mistake, but yours is the real thing that I remember from studying poetry long ago at University. Each piece revealed something surprising, a true feat in the time of the Internet and its proliferation of reflections and quotations ad nauseum. I was most touched by the reflection on "Mum," perhaps because I had been recently thinking along another track about my relationship to one of my sons and was reminded that, yes, my feelings for him do run very deep. Voted up, beautiful, interesting, pinned, tweeted, and shared...

Greensleeves Hubs (author) from Essex, UK on September 19, 2011:

Thankyou so much acaetnna for your very nice comments (dare I say, lovely comments!)It does the confidence of a would-be writer good to receive such a response. So thanks again, and glad you liked it.

acaetnna from Guildford on September 19, 2011:

I so love being in love and being loved, it is the most remarkable experience. I love this article. Brilliant in fact. Voting up and pressing your buttons too.

Greensleeves Hubs (author) from Essex, UK on August 10, 2011:

Thank you injurycase / Carol for sharing your thoughts and experiences. A lot of the inspiration for 'First Love' came from my experience when I was young, and much too shy to form a relationship. Later on I got over a lot of the shyness, but when looking for a relationship I didn't want a 'mature' and 'sensible' relationship - I wanted to have the passionate experience I'd missed out on when young.

By the way, I see you've only recently joined - welcome to HubPages. I hope you enjoy reading and writing on these pages!

injurycase from North Pearl Street, Albany, New York on August 09, 2011:

How nice that you have collected those valuable emotions that you have. After reading you hub, I reminisce those days that I fell inlove to a guy but sad to say, it didn't work for a long time. Maybe that was my minds' curiosity to experience a teenage term "first love". Anyway that was great feeling of having acquainted to the man I loved before. Thank you so much for making me realize again how colorful to be inlove.

Greensleeves Hubs (author) from Essex, UK on August 09, 2011:

Thank you prairieprincess for your lovely comment. I'm so pleased you liked these pieces. Some took quite a bit of effort to get right, but several just flowed naturally and only required a little fine tuning with the words, because they did come from the heart, and from my own experiences of life and love. It's nice when other people can understand and share these kind of sentiments which I have.

Sharilee Swaity from Canada on August 09, 2011:

Greensleeves, these are so, so beautiful! I loved reading these ... so moving and tender. Thank you for sharing!

Greensleeves Hubs (author) from Essex, UK on August 04, 2011:

Thanks d.william. There have been a few 'if only...' moments in my life, including the first girl I ever really fell for, so that story is certainly one of those which is close to my own heart.

d.william from Somewhere in the south on August 04, 2011:

Beautifully done. One can always tell by their writings on the subject of love whether they (the author) actually experienced it or just imagined how it should, or would be, "if only-".

And yet, there are those who would dare to judge another by whom they love? Talk about oblivious! Good job.

Greensleeves Hubs (author) from Essex, UK on August 04, 2011:

Thank you to both Shymyrika and Seeker7. Certainly 'True Love' isn't the most romantic, Shymyrika, but you're right; it does happen, but it is very understandable why it happens (I know from experience!) Seeker7, I'm glad 'Never ending Love' touched you. All stories about love should touch someone - perhaps especially the sad ones.

Helen Murphy Howell from Fife, Scotland on August 04, 2011:

It was very difficult to choose a favourite from the many beautiful words here. But for me the 'Never ending Love' touched me the most. Many thanks for sharing.

Myrika from Phillippines on August 04, 2011:

I like the True Love. It is cute! :) It happens.

Greensleeves Hubs (author) from Essex, UK on August 03, 2011:

Thanks Rob for reading, and for commenting and voting in the poll. I always worry about publishing creative (and heartfelt) writing of this kind, and how it will be received by other people, so I'm glad you liked it.

Rob from Oviedo, FL on August 03, 2011:

Very nicely worded. I especially liked the unrequited love one. Well done.


Greensleeves Hubs (author) from Essex, UK on August 02, 2011:

Thanks so much Ubanichijioke for your views. I've also noticed that the votes don't always seem to show, though I wonder if there's just a time delay in them appearing on the page? Anyway, although it's always really nice to receive the votes, the most important thing is that readers enjoy the articles, so I am just happy that you liked the page.

Alexander Thandi Ubani from Lagos on August 02, 2011:

I thank you for expressing these sentiments i would have loved to share. I am pleased and hope others will benefit too. Voted interesting

[i ve noticed that my vote sometimes do not reflect. Voted interesting hope it reflects]

Greensleeves Hubs (author) from Essex, UK on August 02, 2011:

Thankyou very much Derdriu for your nice comments. I'm glad you liked my sentiments.

Derdriu on August 02, 2011:

Greensleeves Hubs: All of the reflections were expressed well. I was not able to vote in the survey because I could not choose any one over the others, although the "mum" reflection was particularly poignant. I think that there are probably many who feel that they did not thank their parents or dear relatives for being there, especially in guiding through childhood.

Voted up + interesting + beautiful

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