Mitta Xinindlu

Freshman - 626 Points (South Africa)

And - Poem by Mitta Xinindlu

My happiness depends on your love;
Dreams and goals would not have a meaning
If by you I was not found.
When I stumble, you let me fall;
Longing for me to learn the truth about life.
You, to me bring bundles of joy
You give me sympathy - not,
Longing for me to know how hurting feels.
You internally, mentally make me strong.
Mistakes, you permit;
Longing for me to learn from them.
You're a creature that I ceased to understand.
You're a spirit that seizes no moment,
You give to me what I completely fail to receive

Topic(s) of this poem: relationships

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, March 27, 2008

Poem Edited: Saturday, November 1, 2014

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