To love is to open the cage
and let the bird fly away.
Without promising or doubting.
And no guardrail
like a confident tightrope walker
on the angel's wing.
And above all to be polite
with melancholy.
Listen to it in silence
and ease its suffering.
At midnight sharp
send it home, calmed down.
Not to make a date with.
To be sure it will come back.
And this time, perhaps,
bringing a taste of happiness...
The art of loving
is a delicate protocol to follow.
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Author:
Ellen (Pseudonym) (
Online) - Published: October 20th, 2025 12:09
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Comments2
A wonderful poem cast in lovely images. Nicely done
Thank you so much for your kind words!
You are most welcome
Tell me about love ! Tell me subversive things ...!
But only if you promise not to believe a word.
I imagine...
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