LOVE
esspeecee … 13.06.09
My pregnant heart,
Delivers a throb:
Love.
My shriveled hand
Scribbles a word:
Love.
My quivering tongue
Utters a mutter:
Love.
My tired eyes
Express quiescent gaze
Love.
My eager ears
Linger to hear:
Love.
My benumbed skin
Longs lithe touch:
Love.
My restless thoughts
Yearn to embrace:
Love.
My anxious dream
Quest a rendezvous:
Love.
My sleepless night
Tosses to trace:
Love.
If can’t love me,
Ignore not my love,
View it
Thro’ spectacles of:
Love.
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When i came to this poem i fell like reading One thousand and one nigh. Full of nice poems for one life
''My pregnant heart, Delivers a throb: Love. My shriveled hand Scribbles a word: Love.'' nice metaphors, lovely lyric poem..10+++
wow hope to get a nice view through those 'spectacles' lovely metaphors surely another ten for you
The consciousness of this work is moving up. More to see, though it is a sincere work. Interesting, and entrancing. Good work. BG
Love. I read this poem and all i can see and think is Love. Thank you for sharing your talent :)
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I would like to translate this poem
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