Pondering Poem by V F

Pondering

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Love knows not its own fulfillment..
until the moment of meeting..
Spending itself in passion..
It can never ever empty of itself
It is unfathomable, mysterious, cruel even..
Takes all but gives best of itself..

Tuesday, April 12, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: love
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Catastrophe King 12 April 2016

you write so beautifully.... I feel like responding. Love's fulfillment is within, and It need not hinge on meeting It's passion, is in ones soul Of course, it's the reason to foal.

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