I have to write, I can't stop. Its within me to be the best I can be.The grief I feel is too prevacive. The only way to get it out is to write. What is my unrequited heart. Is it the mystery/misery
My unrequited heart is miserable without thee until I realize I have found another.
The other is an object of my affection. Not the center of my worship
I love thee with a passionate kiss, a drawing of the wind, pleasure point pursued. I love you with an embrace of the heart.
Keep writing and loving, seeking the truth in emotions and expression.
This poem I can relate with, I also share those same feelings. When time pemits check out a poem I written titled Poetry: My Passage To Freedom. I think you will very much enjoy.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I can relate here Kimberly. Great emotions here. Sincerely, Mary