Many people in this world
worthy of becoming a partner,
some may even be better
but she is the one I prefer.
Many of them look pretty
some have better health,
some are just glam dolls
with beauty as their wealth.
She is intelligent and bright
her sight makes my day,
adventurous, forthright and gay
she is unique in every way.
I feel as if I am complete
just by feeling her existence,
her being there is good enough
I don’t care for the distance.
It seems like her aloofness,
causes a tinge in my heart,
with her denial of the feelings
a part of me just falls apart.
I‘ve familiar with this feeling
acting as a rare concoction,
I know it's killing me softly
but it seems I have no option.
She can heel my malady
with her sweet voice,
wish I could find a cure
but it seems I've no choice.
All this is out of my hands
fate is like shifting sands
wish I could make everything right
by just waving a magic wand.
To enrich the mundane lives
hurdles yield the experience.
A positive outlook is all we need
through strife, to be victorious.
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Author:
Max (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: May 5th, 2022 01:28
- Category: Love
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Comments3
Loving your work AM
Thank you! Credit goes to the muse, I am merely the organelle.
Credit for the inspiration goes to the muse. You take credit for translating the inspiration!
a wonderful dedication
but my dear poet, surely
we scribblers
can word affection, better than
such an understated and underwhelming:
' she is the one I prefer.'
lol
(I'm only teasing
say it like it is! always)
thanks for sharing
Thank You, as always you indulge in magnanimity. I have my petic compulsion, I am tconstrained by the rhythm. I know your intent, you made me happy.
Great poem, friend! I like it a lot.
Thank You!
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