She remembers clearly <br />how it started out. <br />With a laugh. <br />Nothing much <br />to get excited about. <br />Or cry, or worry. <br />Or regret. <br /> <br />Then, without permission, <br />love arrived. <br />And stayed. <br />Until, without permission <br />it changed. <br />Forever. <br /> <br />Laughter, now scorn. <br />Respect, now contempt. <br />Excitement, now boredom. <br />Passion, now apathy. <br /> <br />Now anger oozes, fears rise. <br />Tears flow from <br />a river of sorrow. <br />Love evermore replaced <br />with emptiness.<br /><br />Siobhan Livingstone<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/without-permission-3/
