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4 Years

by gruzinkerbell


I was one. You were five. I was crazy, you thought I was filled with strife.

Now I'm eight. You are twelve. I'm the annoying little neighbor, who breaks toys on your shelves.

I have turned twelve. You are sixteen. Neither will admit that you think I'm pretty.

******

I am sixteen. You are and adult. To young to reveal feelings, to old to think we can love.

I am twenty. You are twenty-four. I've waited for the words 'marry me?' and so much more.

I am twenty-six. You are thirty. Life's flashed before your eyes, while I'm still a bit flirty.

******

Four years apart.

It's not that much.

For two little children

to become shy adults.

******

You never aged,

well,

maybe a little.

And I become older,

but my beauty wasn't fickle.

******

I wore a white dress,

on that perfect day.

When four years apart,

became one kiss away.

******

I am thirty. He is two. Will his neighbor become his love, so true?

******

I am sixty. You're sixty-four. It's the third wedding we've been to, and I hope that there's more.

******

I am eighty. And you are gone. You tugged on my heartstrings, now broken and wronged.

Won't you come back? Why did you leave? Is it because I'm no longer pretty?

******

I am 100. I don't remember. All I see above me is starlight and embers.


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Thu Aug 01, 2024 4:11 pm
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Nice poem written by the author.

"Four years apart.
It's not that much.
For two little children
to become shy adults."
This poem really defines the meaning of, 'age is just a number' and, 'love has no age'. The poet describes how she/he has waited for a long time only to hear few words, only to know that his/her neighbor also loves him/her.

Love is unlimited, just like you can not count how many stars are there in the universe. The same way there is no instrument/machine to measure love (not until now).
What if it is four years or what if it is ten years love should never wait, love should never be held back. And the poet describes it really well in this poem.

Keep it up.
Waiting for more.
Thank you.




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Hey friend! I hope you are having a lovely day!! Ellie back with another review for one of your lovely poems! Let's jump right in:

OKAY I love this plotline so much!

Now I'm eight. You are twelve. I'm the annoying little neighbor, who breaks toys on your shelves.

I have turned twelve. You are sixteen. Neither will admit that you think I'm pretty.


So it seems like, we begin with two neighbors who are four years apart in age. It seems to be a guy and a girl, the guy is 4 years older than the girl. They start to have feelings for each other in their teenage years of life.

I am sixteen. You are and adult. To young to reveal feelings, to old to think we can love.


I think this should be "You are an adult. Too young to reveal things, too old to think..."

I wore a white dress,

on that perfect day.

When four years apart,

became one kiss away.


I love this part so much! Awesome rhymes! So they get married and it seems that they have a child. I love the statement of four years apart becoming one kiss away. That basically sums up the entire poem in one phrase which i think is so perfect. And the poem takes a sadder turn when her lover passes away when she is 80. You ask some really big emotional questions there, which I think allows us to see a lot of her insecurities too.

I am 100. I don't remember. All I see above me is starlight and embers.


This was beautiful, oh my gosh <3 The ending makes my jaw drop because it is just gorgeous and peaceful in every way. AMAZING JOB with this one! I think this is my favorite thing you have posted yet.

Your friend,
Ellie

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gruzinkerbell says...


Thank you so much :D




I am always saying "Glad to've met you" to somebody I'm not at all glad I met. If you want to stay alive, you have to say that stuff, though.
— Holden Caulfield