What Is This? Poem by Leloudia Migdali

What Is This?

Rating: 5.0

What is this that the thought of you makes me smile, like a child who gets a long desired present?
What is this that makes me twist your name over and over again in my head, whirling me among the clouds?
What is this that makes me speak to myself like a mystified believer in ecstasy?
What is this that has taken away my serenity in my sleep?
What is this that makes the thought of you to be the last before I go to sleep and the first when I open my eyes?
What is this that makes me look at the flowers around me and believe they are smiling at me?
What is this that when I close my eyes I feel your aura right next to me although I know you are so far away?
What is this that makes me want to hug everyone in the street with boundless joy?
What is this that every time we speak my heart pounds so wildly and myriads of butterflies flutter through the air?
What is this that makes time fly so ruthlessly fast when we are together?
What is this that makes my knees feel suddenly numb at the moment you shine on me with your look?
What are these teardrops coming down my face?

Saturday, May 17, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: love hurts
Georgios Venetopoulos 12 September 2014

Well written. Beautiful, intellectual and lyric handling of the language.

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Edward Kofi Louis 19 March 2016

Love hurts! ! ! When the right is not done. Thanks for sharing.

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Roseann Shawiak 16 February 2016

Honest feelings of love from within an innocent's heart. Tears falling, for the reality of it's being is not realized by another. Beautiful and heartfelt poem, I loved it! 10++++++++++ Thank you for sharing. RoseAnn

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Dimitrios Galanis 12 January 2016

True feelings in a natural but poetical way described.A real poem.

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Kumarmani Mahakul 21 August 2015

Marvellous composition using What is this? several times. Stunning expression having deep feelings. Enjoyable poem I like most. Thanks for sharing. ....10

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Loyd C Taylor Sr 13 June 2015

Hello to my good friend Leloudia. A more beautiful poem I have not read. It speaks of love, of longing, of romance and the twist on the ends, brings sadness into play. Nice work, Loyd

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