The classic breakup song! I’ve heard plenty of heartbreaking songs, many of which would go really well with some wine and tears. But this one is just irreplaceable. I’m certain, Gen Z will not be familiar with Roxette, but it’s a classic. And just like all my music-inspired poems, I suggest playing the song{which I have embedded below for your convenience} in the background as you read; it truly elevates the experience!
It Must Have Been Love – poem by Ruelha
Lay a whisper on my pillow Cause nothing else, this pain will mellow Leave your scent here Before you again disappear It's winter all around Below this ice, love has drowned I wake up all lonely But your'e definitely with somebody A cold air of silence fills the room Along with it welcomes restless gloom I look around seeking to find Failed attempts, I'd rather be blind It must have been love, but it's over now It's time to exit gracefully and take a bow It must have been good, but I lost it It's time to accept that fact and admit Right from the moment we touched And the times you become my emotional crutch But now, our time has run out About that, I'm not hesitant. I have no doubt But in a parallel universe in my heart I believe we're still together like it was in the start But those are just blissful dreams Reality is quite a different extreme It was really all that I ever wanted And now with remorse I'm inundated I'll still love you, but from afar Like an unattainable twinkling star It must have been love, but it's over now It's time to exit gracefully and take a bow It must have been good, but I lost it It's time to accept that fact and admit You're all that I ever wanted within my soul, forever haunted Sure, you'll always have a spot out there Concealed in the memories of irreplaceable software But it's over now, and I'm living without Anyway, I was the only one who checked in and out Unrequited love, just a tepid fantasy It had to end this way, but naturally Where the water flows, where the wind blows Make eternal potpourri out of this, my rose I'll always have the best of intentions for you But from far away; you come in that category with a few It must have been love, but it's over now It's time to exit gracefully and take a bow It must have been good, but I lost it It's time to accept that fact and ...exit!
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Lyrics of Roxette’s ‘It Must Have Been Love’
It must have been love But it's over now Lay a whisper On my pillow Leave the winter On the ground I wake up lonely There's air of silence In the bedroom And all around Touch me now I close my eyes And dream away It must have been love But it's over now It must have been good But I lost it somehow It must have been love But it's over now From the moment we touched Till the time had run out Make believing We're together That I'm sheltered By your heart But in and outside I turned to water Like a teardrop In your palm And it's a hard Winter's day I dream away It must have been love But it's over now It was all that I wanted Now, I'm living without It must have been love But it's over now It's where the water flows It's where the wind blows It must have been love But it's over now It must have been good But I lost it somehow It must have been love But it's over now From the moment we touched Till the time had run out Yeah, it must have been love But it's over now It was all that I wanted Now, I'm living without It must have been love But it's over now It's where the water flows It's where the wind blows It must have been love But it's over now It must have been love But it's over now
Ruelha 
Rue you write so lovely. Nice song 💖
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Thank you so much Vgeorg 🙂
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Wow Rue, you’ve got a magical wand in your hands as your brain… I’m falling in love with your post. Take care my Indian orchid
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Wow David, you really make me smile with your kind words and compliments. Thank you for making my day! 🙂
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You could be the one and enjoy Rue and take care 😘😘😘🌹🌹🌹😉😉😉
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SMiLes Dear Rue,
“The known universe has one complete lover and that is the greatest poet. (She) consumes an eternal passion and is indifferent which chance happens and which possible contingency of fortune or misfortune and persuades daily and hourly (Her) delicious pay. What balks or breaks others is fuel for (Her) burning progress to contact and amorous joy. Other proportions of the reception of pleasure dwindle to nothing to (Her) proportions. All expected from heaven or from the highest (She) is rapport with in the sight of the daybreak or a scene of the winter woods or the presence of children playing or with (Her) arm round the neck of a man or woman. (Her) love above all love has leisure and expanse. . . . (She) leaves room ahead of (Herself). (She) is no irresolute or suspicious lover . . . (She) is sure . . . (She) scorns intervals. (Her) experience and the showers and thrills are not for nothing. Nothing can jar (Her) . . . suffering and darkness cannot—death and fear cannot. To (Her) complaint and jealousy and envy are corpses buried and rotten in the earth. . . . (She) saw them buried. The sea is not surer of the shore or the shore of the sea than (She) is of the fruition of (Her) love and of all perfection and beauty.”
-Walt Whitman
~Preface From
Leaves of Grass….
And Yes Sure Now me:
To Love Every Leaf of Tree
Particularly Uniquely Now Every
Green That Talls All Trees Greater Now
Every Brown Breeze Captures And Sends
To Fall Soils Wintering Green Springing New Life
i AM The Romancer of the Leaf Yet Not one Who Brings Summer
Roses As Gifts For i am The Living Thorn the Protector of the Living
Flower
That
Brings
Living Beauty
of The Rose Breathing Now
SMiLes Perhaps if i Really Had
Goals or Aims i’d Be Still At Home
Putting Together A New Novel Size
Poem 60,000 or So Words as i Failed
To Build that Skyscraper By Halloween
And Perhaps i Won’t Make All Saint’s Day
Either Yet So What it is only another Bi-Weekly
Exercise Only Leaves in The Spirit Wind to Fall Wherever
A Message In A Bottle in An Ocean Online Will Take My Soul MuSiC Yesterday
Now Again my FRiEnD For It is True the Most Fortunate of Us Come to realize
That Our Heaven is
Ours to Create Now
We Need Not Wait on this
or that Lover or Thing to Bring
Heaven to Us For True The Artist
Who Seeks No Specific Target Audience
May Color Their Soul Free For Others to Sip
Ignore or Spit-Out if that is Not Their Flavor of Bliss
To Feel and Sense of this Forevernow i Will Always Love
The Leaf Either Green or Brown i Will Love The Rose Either
Thorn or Flower For i Understand Night Makes Day And Twilight
Now Lives in my
Eyes Forevermore
as i am the Leaf Green
And Brown i am the Rose
Thorn and Flower And i do
Believe You Too Understand
The Secret of Heaven on
Earth is ours to
Paint
And Give
Away For Free
For This is the Greatest
Love The Love Who Gives my FRiEnD
There is the Attraction of Lust that is Possessive
Owning Jealous And Even Murderous in Rage There is
The Attachment That May Be So Strong That Monogamous
Lovers Never Leave Their Home Yet i am the Leaf of The Tree
i am The Thorn of the Rose
i AM The FLoWeR
Who
Blooms
Within i am
The Giver of Beauty
i Live Free Loving
Now
i AM
The
Living Rose
And So Are You
We Are Truly Good FRiEnDS..:)
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Good friends indeed, Fred. I love this song. It’s on my playlist. I should write a poem on this one too.
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SMiles Rue Technology
Provides Free FLoWinG
Fountains Of
Resources in
Arts And
Sciences
Like Never
Before Now
To Expand
Human Creativity
And Productivity
In Free Association
Yet Double Edged
Sword Though
As Any Budding
Mozart And
Beethoven
May Get
Distracted
By A Never
Ending Game
Of “Candy Crush”
At “The Bus Stop”
And Never
Even
Strike
A Creative
Key On A
Piano Yes
Beyond
All Other
Virtues
Focus
On Continuing
Creativity on
Task Is
Essence
Of The Process
Where Even Prescribed
Lessons And Target
Audiences
May Destroy
All Human
Potential
i See You
GRoWinG
Fast Keep
Going FRiEnD
Make The Rest
Of Your Life
Garden
With
More Beautiful
FLoWeRS Never
Seen Before
As Of Course
You Already
Do With
SMiles
For i Have
Already Sampled
The Globe my FRiEnD
The New Advantage
Of An Age
Of Human
Potentialities
Never Seen or
Measured Before
Oh What True
MaGiC and
MuSiC It
Is to
BREaTHE NoW🙌🏝🙏
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