arja, first let me say a heartfelt welcome to Neopoet. Though i understand the concept, and would feel very honoured if someone felt this way about me. I fear you would have overwhelmed me with words, though this is beautifully written. I personally feel it needs slimming out, to many lines saying the same thing. I hope you take this as well intentioned criticism. Again welcome Regards Roscoe.

This is a letter to one that has moved away, and having been in those words at some time many years ago, and still hold onto those feelings after many,
many years. This seems to me to be a write from the heart and crosses the boundaries of time itself..
I will say that these writes are most times held in peoples minds, as to put them on paper is too hard on the feelings as you probably found, but sometimes it brings closure, not sure of the poetic form but I liked the write a lot and hope that you have found something to the same value as these things can never be replaced.. This was a shorter version of the things you wrote that I wrote in 1978:-

Comes the dawn,
When all the things of your yesterdays will mean
That today is the first day of life's journey for you
Being close, being lost, reaching out for what seems an age
Touching flowers, yet not having to pick one till that dawn
Will make that final flower so wonderful to hold.
Do not fear to feel things before that dawn
To have lived in yesterday only makes you see
More clearly the things you need to see
When the time comes
I hope that I can be
Within a small part of your yesterdays
That will make the dawn more beautiful
Just for you

Yours with many thoughts, Ian.T

great expression of sentiment, i really like some of these lines...
i hope you don't mind, but after reading the coments above i have culled your write and re-arranged it a little -just to give you an idea and suggestion maybe where to start if you really want to work on this......

the emotion that is written herein
and the infinite use of words to predefine such
devolves further into uncertainty
that neither time nor destiny could surpass

after the coldness of winter
and the hope that spring brings
no words can truly convey
the results of the confusion
of freely falling in love

to touch the heart of a special person
within the orchard of life
even if no action has been taken
for fear of telling the truth

still I do not have the courage to let you know
the truth that I hope would set me free
although it makes you feel uneasy
especially when I'm around
isn't it funny to know
that I feel the same way too

the constant glances that are too obvious to avoid
could mean a flirtatious act of disgrace
or a sign of weakness on my part
but that's just me lost in this emotional abyss
I would be a hypocrite to deny such feelings for you

but time leads me further into the unknown
my actions speak not of my emotion
you might say I am trying too hard
too much I am suffocating you
I'm sorry, it was never my intention

I would give you peace of mind
with the serenity of silence
I am as fragile as your heart
as still as the waters that run through the river
for life is but short and precious
and I expect nothing in return

It is foolish of me to keep you close
when I know you belong to someone else
but the mere thought of you brings happiness to me
and for that I am always thankful
so thankful that I made this poem just for you

the spur of the moment inspired me to write such
or something else I don't know what
it could be just plain infatuation
that the sunset would wash away the crimson tide
and if by tomorrow I've not found the courage to tell you
I won't remember or hope
but simply leave it at this...
...the unspoken words!

hope this helps
love judy
xxx

This is a powerful work. I felt great sadness and vulnerability. Profound jealousy for the man it was written for. This poem is a gem. So many poets, all germane as we are, are afraid to show themselves emotionally naked. There is a very lucky guy somewhere in the world, and a very wonderful poet slipping away from him......

Ron

Blue Demon77

Sometimes words need to stay unspoken. As sure as every season will make its appearance and its exit some love should never be spoken but is well known to the one it is directed. Another lovely one.