If I know what love is, it is because of you, my love.
So naive. So immature. So unsophisticated. Yet so charming.
In friendship, you want the other person’s good. In love, you want the other person.
Patience is a virtue you have exploited. The simple lack of you is more than others’ presence.
Falling in love is so very hard on the knees.
I seem to have loved you in numberless forms, numberless times, in life after life, in age after age forever. Some call it madness, I call it love.
Within you, I have lost myself. Without you, I find myself searching to be lost again.
As Plato said, at the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet.
So naive. So immature. So unsophisticated. Yet so charming.
In friendship, you want the other person’s good. In love, you want the other person.
Patience is a virtue you have exploited. The simple lack of you is more than others’ presence.
Falling in love is so very hard on the knees.
I seem to have loved you in numberless forms, numberless times, in life after life, in age after age forever. Some call it madness, I call it love.
Within you, I have lost myself. Without you, I find myself searching to be lost again.
As Plato said, at the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet.
and when one is a poet, life becomes poetry!
ReplyDeleteon wings ha?
keep enjoying the magic...
It certainly is magic.
ReplyDeleteAlmost makes you fly:):):)
What a fine play of words to bring out the emotion at its best.You are a natural poet.
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Thanks so much..I read plenty of your posts and I simply loved them..You don't have to ask twice to visit:):)
ReplyDeleteNice- I enjoyed the poetry. Looks like a new genre waiting to be explored by the young writer...
ReplyDeleteLOL..no no.. nothing of that sort..just something put together..it doesn't even rhyme!!
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