A wish of a shooting star falling through
The universal mind. A nova named
Among constellations, brightly inflamed
And wild as the beautiful wish I blew.
The yearning to be a muse chosen by
An artist in a world of art. Mona
In Florence, or Lady of Verona
Compared to a summer day, how I'd cry.
One day I pray to be cradled and kissed
And caressed by the throes of passion
So exquisite it will change the fashion
Of my life in ways no one could resist.
It takes a lifetime of being unloved
To crave the privilege to love and be loved.
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Author:
Emily Bradshaw (
Offline) - Published: February 13th, 2026 17:27
- Category: Love
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Comments2
The last two lines of this poem are highly philosophical and poetic. Nicely expressed
At age 20 you have plenty of time to love and be loved. Don't hang about - get out there and sort the world and your place in it.
Your poem was easy to read and provided an easy answer.
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