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Until Now (I Love You)


You came into my life
when i was so young
you witnessed my growing up
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  • Kay Staley (1/6/2014 7:54:00 PM)

    At first glance the author seems to be conveying a normal love story with normal ideas about love. You occupied my mine, you conquered my heart blah blah blah. What makes this poem different is that it is talking about poetry in itself. It pays tribute to how poetry has helped the author grow up and how much much it is cherished in the authors life. It is interesting to think that the author is in love with the own substance (poetry) that they created. Stereotypical ideas of love that are applied to something only alive in the authors mind. The twist at the end is the only thing that makes this poem worth reading because the rhyme sceme is sketchy and the imagery has been used to often to evoke an intense feeling. Does not inspire you to make drastic changes in your life; it inspires because people can identify with and appreciate the great work of art that poetry is. (Report) Reply

  • Savita Tyagi (1/6/2014 9:21:00 AM)

    Reading the poem I thought this is one luck guy and one beautiful love story. In the ending seeing such love for poetry is a tribute for this wonderful writer and to her poem. (Report) Reply

  • Alistair Graham (1/6/2014 3:00:00 AM)

    I KNOW

    I know the crease beneath your eyes
    I know your lips your brow your chin
    I know the hair that clothes your head
    I know the surface of your skin

    I know the rhythm of your breath
    I know your movements when you sleep
    I know the moment you awake
    I know the promise I will keep

    I know when you cast off the world
    I know when sorrow's at your door
    I know when secret tears you shed
    I know my power to restore

    I know the verse birds sing at dawn
    I know the setting of the sun
    I know the light cast by the moon
    I know my pure love is legion (Report) Reply

  • Kalpak Kaplash (1/6/2013 11:51:00 PM)

    Beautiful poem expressing love with poetry which we all feel somewhere down within.....loved this writing Maia..! ! ! ! (Report) Reply

  • Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi (1/6/2013 1:47:00 AM)

    I really wondered when I was reading this poem, who this guy could be, at last and as usual it has turned out to be something else. I enjoyed reading this poem as many of our INNOCENT Indian women, who prostrate in front of their husband every morning, can easily relate with the poem, except for the last line! well done! Maria Padua! (Report) Reply

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