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WHAT IS IT LOVE?
WHAT IS IT LOVE?
I am always giving you more and more and
All that still I am...
More and more, following you
And kissing you here and there,my Love
My arms and my lips waiting,to kiss
Endlessly, why not? always yours
What does it really matter, in the end?
If in the end, as I clearly by now,really know,
All the tides at sea have to come bob and bow down,
With the same and brusque magnetic forceful
Nature, as when once they all went up...
Dragging with them shimmering passing glow,
Of light and with them the birth of so many
Dreams,just as love,blindly emerges often,
From a bottomless void of longings and desires,
Igniting in the heart, the hotest and eternal
Fire, quenching all its thirst, its cravings
And longings from every human heart...
Eroding vivid and raw emotions, more and more,
Mixed on paletts of many, so many countless tones and hues...
And more and more stronger feelings than any man
Often can cope with...
As tumultous emotions, clattered and jumbled deep
Inside,
And victimized sometimes your soul and mind,
With so many faceless phantoms, appearing dark,and
Sometimes brigh in hugging rainbows, filled of subtled,
Rich,pastel-hues, after struggling, for your life,
Through so many storm and torrencial rains,you
Go through...
Dear Dorian,
Such an awesome poem here...wow.
The more and more I read it, the more and more I loved it. It's that type of poem that just doesn't get old...timeless it is!
Love,
Bobby