Say my name,
Love.
I will fly to your side
And there will I stay
'Til the moment I die.
Do not speak with
Anger.
It is the simplest thing
To remain silent
While the mockingbird sings.
Weep not, my sweet
Sorrow.
For tomorrow pain will vanish on the tides
Surely as the moon will rise
And fall on meeting morning skies.
I really like this. I want to
I really like this. I want to read it a few more times before I comment.
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...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
Waitaminute
But you just did! (I don't know why this comment didn't show up for me until just now.)
Haha!! No... what I am
Haha!! No... what I am thinking is that I love the poem, but don't agree that Love is an emotion....but then, in the poem, you don't use the word referencing it as an emotion but as an affectionate name, right?
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...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
Love
Say my name, Love. Love is the name that is being said, not the person being addressed. The person speaking is literally Love.
Oh...so that makes it
Oh...so that makes it entirely different. (the poem). Love speaks throughout the poem, then, right?
That's nice. I like it. I think all emotions stem from thoughts.
...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
Indeed.
Yep! Nailed it. Changes it up a bit.