I ask myself
what do I love more,
the object of my passion
or wondrous pleasures
that I feel?
Is he adored
by providing inspiration
to my soul's desires,
joy to give and to receive;
and by fulfilling his dreams,
gratifying my own needs?
If he were to disappear
into the mystery
of dark unknown,
would it be his loss I grieve,
or the lost delight
of eagerly expressing
my emotions?
Would I hold
to unrestrained love,
so the fire keeps dancing,
feeding my inner being
as tears burn my eyes,
maintaining alive a dream?
Or would I allow it to fly free,
treasuring what once was
but is no more,
grateful for life's gift:
The ability to deeply feel. |
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Dear Nathmal, you humble me , what a kind thing to say. Thank you so very much.
Thank you dear Rupradha, I am so honor. ;-).
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I am your fan.. :-)
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Thank you, Mam.You have told about you without irritating.It impressed me very much.I want to say ,"It is kind of you.It is also greatness of your heart
which shows deep thoughtfulness related to your behaviour & personality."
Thank you Mam.Sorry Mam.
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I am a woman, a mother and now a grandmother, I was born in Spain but lived in other countries, now in Florida U.S.A. I am deeply grateful for your comment. PILI
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You write too good.But I don't know who are you ? Man or Woman.Your introduction doesn't
clear it.So I am afraid to write comment on your poems.Sorry for it.Because your name is very "atpata sa".I am terribly sorry to write it.
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