I dwell upon this word; love
what does it mean?
will I know, when it exposes itself?
many times, I have exploited my heart
purring, with empty hands
stroking it
I believed I was in love
but what a difference
being in love and to love
with you
I was in love
then believed to love you
today, I find myself lost
what if I move
with you
miles away
only to be stranded
and abandoned
like I have
to the people I know
I love
will I find the same comfort
in you love
like the warmth
of a fireplace
in the heart of a house
will it still feel like home?
Comments
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Wow this metlted my heart in a big way
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Wow. This poem is deep and soulful. Excellent work. Keep the ink flowing!
Alvamear
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Your trepidations at moving to be with someone are well voiced. I know what your poem means. It can be almost paralyzing to be in that prediciment.
Great job.
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