Love’s Fear
I.
I only fear one thing
Aside from all the worldly things
Crimes with Passion and..
Passionate Crimes
I fear; the heart breaking
Not feeling
Not healing.
II.
For I have loved and lost
Blinking enough to moisten my eyes
As star dust stings until noon
And I urge
To deflate the moon
I’ve made the first mistake
Of feeling,
and feeling too soon
III.
Here, I have said I love you
You know I need you too
Yet I find it hard to admit,
That it’s true
Who admits?
Because I need you too
I thought my heart is tough
Leather,
You wouldn’t get through.
I have far loved too much.
IV.
So I think of you
And I love you
…. You, You and You
No bandage would cover this imbue
of the heart
Unlike this picture, the art
It’s fallen apart
Thoughts impart
V.
Consumed of you
I love and love more again
Only a joker inane
When not able to explain
“Love is anything but plain”
When you love.
Again
and
Again.














Comments
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In this Chaos and burning I find a way to release, these are my words, these words set me free, This is my breath of life, this is me, in my free colored and spirited world of poetry.
Jeannie
wow, sums up many relationships i can imagine <3
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your sweet six six six xxx
breathtaking imagery
heart wrenching wording
really beautiful and so moving
'...IV.
So I think of you
And I love you
…. You, You and You
No bandage would cover this imbue
of the heart
Unlike this picture, the art
It’s fallen apart
Thoughts impart
V.
Consumed of you
I love and love more again
Only a joker inane
When not able to explain
“Love is anything but plain”
When you love.
Again
and
Again.'
xoxoxoxo
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Music Is True Love
I understand also.
Wonderfully written. 2nd stanza is my favourite;
As star dust stings until noon
And I urge
To deflate the moon
*Fav.
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Thus does the Necessary Angel of the poetic
arrive to save the Angel of History
from dying of melancholy
in a suffocating world of ruins.
But thank you and thank you for the fav!
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In this Chaos and burning I find a way to release, these are my words, these words set me free, This is my breath of life, this is me, in my free colored and spirited world of poetry.
Jeannie
--
In this Chaos and burning I find a way to release, these are my words, these words set me free, This is my breath of life, this is me, in my free colored and spirited world of poetry.
Jeannie
--
In this Chaos and burning I find a way to release, these are my words, these words set me free, This is my breath of life, this is me, in my free colored and spirited world of poetry.
Jeannie
--
Thus does the Necessary Angel of the poetic
arrive to save the Angel of History
from dying of melancholy
in a suffocating world of ruins.
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