Retain, my dear,
thy loneliness, for in this state
only can there be productivity
without the silly flittings of
the soul.
There can come no love,
no furtive glances across
these impassioned floors.
No feeling can come from
such emptiness, but simple
emotion still peaks within.
Look to me, and I shall
throw down all my world for thine
lips to taste.
Forget thy loneliness, my heart,
for surely you must grow
weary of silence.
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Dedicated to Monsieur.
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Ebbs and Flows...
The ebb and flow of emotions runs true here, and it makes me feel....hopeful and optimistic-well presented words with a touching message and fantastic visuals! Thanks for the journey!
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Love the last three lines...the rest didnt make much sense to me, but I dont understand a kot of poetry lol.
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Wow this is a wonderful write and it is very much a wonderful piece of work. Wondertful flow of words and it was a pleasure to read.
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