Andy Poem by Amy Carmichael

Amy, I've read all five poems. You're a bright, talented girl. Love is a language that we all know, in our own fashion, but very few of us take the time during the special years - the teenage ones - to attempt to put those feelings into poetry. You're doing a very fine job of it. Thinking it all through in order to put it into words will help you gain a better understanding of the unpredictable ocean and fire that love is or can be. On the self love issue - referred to by 2 others in posts to another of yours - I have to say that you have to at least approve of yourself before you can give of yourself fully and freely.(Read through Jackson Solo's work on this sited for a very appropriate insight into this issue) . As for Andy, well, only time will tell. Seeing your feelings truly is a bit of a nightmare. If Andy hadn't worn his heart on his sleeve, if he'd used more guile, it might have been different! And there may come a time - it might be many years from now - when you'll see him entirely differently. Love is a labyrinth of illusions and deceptions, and a minefield of agony and ecstasy. Teenage love can be truly wonderful. Keep writing yourself into the world. Your writing is refreshingly honest and insightful. Thanks, jim