Our hands have met, but not our hearts;
Our hands will never meet again.
Friends, if we have ever been,
Friends we cannot now remain:
I only know I loved you once,
I only know I loved in vain;
Our hands have met, but not our hearts;
Our hands will never meet again!
Then farewell to heart and hand!
I would our hands had never met:
Even the outward form of love
Must be resign'd with some regret.
Friends, we still might seem to be,
If I my wrong could e'er forget;
Our hands have join'd but not our hearts:
I would our hands had never met!
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A poem that has many hidden feelings wrapped in its lines. I truly enjoyed the reality of it.....mal
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It's vague... but it leaves alot to think about... I think I like it. -
Seems there is a lot of emotion between these lines, a fashion of those times to understatement, but the idea that love and friendship can be exclusive of the other, is worthwhile and can be related to every reader...PK
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Great poem! I love this piece =) It's beautifully written and flows very nicely. Keep it up!
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From guest moesha (contact)
this is such a good poem i loved it who ever wrote it can really write poetry unlike me im hurrible so good job and keep writing your wonderful poems!!!!!!!!!!!!! -
From guest caity (contact)
For me, false friends come to me more frequently than real friends. The speaker expresses that although to the outside they may appear friends, joined at the hand, they have no feelings for the other, and although it still is sad to lose a false friend it does not matter, because it is easy to let go with your hands.
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