bliss
so rare
graced by moments like this
bereft of care
bare
my lust
still none other compare
nor owns my trust
die
to all
not a day passes by
but lovers fall
rise
from death
forfeiting paradise
surrender breath
give
pour out
bleed forever yet live
how can you doubt?
love
is true
fitting as hand to glove
myself to you.
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this is a group of six
thirteens
13 is a nonce form using four lines with thirteen syllables total...which may be strung like beads, to explore a concept...
this one isn't, but most are haiku like in their brevity and zen-like message
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem