It's a crime you look like a dream,
You embody all things that I love.
In a shadow of your tiniest beam
I feel as if I live on clouds.
It's unfair you came at wrong time ...
I again jubilee without hopes.
I will not kiss you, or call you mine,
I'll prepare to cut off the ropes.
It's a sin that I want all of you,
Without having the right to explore.
In your presence my soul melts like snow
And I wrapping up in your mild voice.
All I can is to beg you:" Don't go"
I have never been that much rejoiced.
I consider it as a misconstrue,
Yet and still I can't say I deplore.
It's a bliss I can talk to you daily
Amidst juggling incalculable chores.
If not love, ehat should be prevailing?
It's the only omnipotent force.
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Author:
Gregoria (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: March 12th, 2026 02:04
- Category: Love
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Comments1
Nicely worded this poem speaks well of the desired and loved. Well worded
Thanks so much
You are most welcome
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