Only I find less comfort in only me
The likes of me ends the former me
Because I desire a brand-new-me
Unlike many.There's none like you
Strange [er] I know not you, you know not me
yet we behave as two
Unique…others before I didn't get
But when we meet, so did our eyes
then conspired to equalize
Now, I'm placing my bet
Unknown …oh how mysterious
But if you're love, then both know
Your uniqueness meet my needs
Poet-ess has needs as well
Allow me to dip into that well,
and draw from my muse
My friend [s] ride the tides of love,
Abide the rising snow crest and
Be an emblem of love and dove
Brush your brunt hair waving
and blowing back.
Seem like this is the time.
Shhh, free wave over wave
rise and fall into future's arm…
Dedicated to Patricia Dick-Arnell, my friend and confidant,
My first poem was inspired by you: 'The Game Of Love'
Happy springtime to you…the dark days of winter gives way to a new
Beginning For a fresh and pleasant time in life [so too dark days
Are necessary for us to know the light]
Congratulation! I hope love flourishes
And grow like beautiful flowers in spring.
Ms Patricia must love this marvellous tribute - everday you want a brand-new you, and there is a unique friend to create a new world for you - how wonderful!
‘…Because I desire a brand-new-me…’ Sure and needs editing and updating especially poets ‘…Shhh, the tides sing each to each’ Yeah music of mute imponderables…poets’ listen…as quickeared they’re Thanks Ma’am enjoying thru learning Voted 10++ Ms. Nivedita UK
That means the need is unique too, 'The dark days of winter gives way to a new Beginning For a fresh and pleasant time in life [so too dark days Are necessary for us to know the light] ', these lines complement the whole [series] of thoughts and feelings.10++
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
oh how mysterious ............... maybe i'm just not cut out for such poems. because this poem, to me, is oh how mysterious. but thanks for sharing. :)