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Everything a love poem should: Everything a love poem should be: from whispers of haunting reminiscence to soul-stirring admiration; from pensive, striking and symbolic ambience to poignantly etched flashes of physical connection that expanded into something vast, grand, enduring.   Breathtaking. Loving this madly! 

I just had to revisit this: I just had to revisit this one.  It is very compelling in the way that only the most powerful poetry can be, yet the details of the romance---and especially those final seven lines---are delicately presented in a very quiet way that absolutely confirms the truth of the emotion that lives in this poem.  I have been reading Poetry for fifty years as of this past April:  so I think I have some credibility to say, with utter sincerity, this is one of the finest Love poems (either ancient or modern, I admire them all across all eras of History) I have ever encountered anywhere at any time.  I have added it to the list of "Favoritea" on my laptop so that I can revisit . . . and I do, most certainly, plan to revisit . . . .

I am so sorry for falling: I am so sorry for falling behind on my reading, and missing your recent poems.  This poem presents Icarus to us with excellent insight, and I applaud your accomplishment here.

Thank you: Thank you my friend

A second this motion, if at: A second this motion, if at all possible.     

During my childhood, I walked: During my childhood, I walked on eggshells all the time.  I realized at a very, very early age (sometime prior to kindergarten) that I was unable, and would always be unable, to fulfill my parents' expectations.  There was so much I could not disclose to them.  But, forty-eight years ago (as of the 13th of this month), I told them I wanted to be a poet (as opposed to my earlier ambition to be a writer of horror and/or science fiction stories); I said this to them on a Monday evening, during dinner, and the aghast expression on their faces was so amusing that I could not help giggling (and did not even try to suppress the response).  Poetry was one of the four cardinal sins in their little (and belittling world); and the fact that I not only inclined to it, but openly admitted the ambition, struck them as an ultimate betrayal, Yes, those eggshells are very, very familiar to me, and very much a part of my memories from childhood and adolescence.  I am sorry you had to experience them as well.

This one is now on YouTube: I read this one in a YouTube video.  You can watch it by clicking here:  https://youtube.com/shorts/TvCsNsecTLU