Love is an illness,
A loss of all sense,
Sometimes brief,
Most often chronic,
Causing agonizing,
Insurmountable pain,
Yet there is nothing
I would not give,
To see your goofy smile.
How peculiar it is;
We search for a lifetime,
Making our hearts,
So achingly fragile,
Frantically clinging to hope
That we won't be broken,
Yet there is nothing
I would not give,
To kiss your tears away.
I think about this often,
While I'm waiting
For you to remember me;
The bruise that forms fresh,
Every moment in which
I love you so hopelessly,
Yet there is nothing
I would not give,
To understand your soul.
So like all those
Who have loved truly,
I plant myself & let roots grow,
Stretching out my arms,
To bask in your light,
Soaking in every. last. atom.
Until night finally falls...
Because there is nothing
I would not give
To keep loving you.
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Author:
Kora (Pseudonym) (
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Comments4
Excessive use of of poetry can seriously worsen symptoms !
Unfortunately true 😭🤦♀️
Kora this is a great two sided poem of love and its plusses and negatives. Well written in first person it speaks to the heart
Thank you so much Soren 🥰
You are most welcome
I've just discovered you slipped a flowers proem in when I wasn't looking.... and I thought I'd been abandoned... Managed to find some tissues, so stay steady - it is a long way to come just to kiss my delicate eye area. However know my heart is strong, as my cardiologist informs me, and is now considerably warmed. .....
Aww Uncle Dave ♥️
You make me giggle 🙈
May that giggle make you feel even younger, my dear...
Kora, this is excellent!!
Thank you so much Katie ♥️
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