The bonding between the two,
The daylong stares,
Silent words- they call it 'woo'.
The tight smiles that squeeze out,
Yea, if noticed, doubts hang about.
The picture is thus engraved,
Which returns at every free second;
After a friend you have waved,
Or when you wait for a meal,
Yes, they accompany, they appeal.
Here is the demon, Old Nick
That lives in this heaven;
He turns natives sore and sick.
Poor them! Thrown out of the world,
Yea, the devil has had them hurled!
But till evil, love is pure;
'Heavenly' as in this paradise they call
Its work is to lure
The mortals and test them;
'Love', a sweet test, a sweet game.
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Author:
Quiller (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This poem is for the lovers. It refers to the bright and the dark aspects of the world's most influencing and driving emotion- Love
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Comments2
Very good, I loved it. 🙂
Thank you...
C'est trés vrai. It is very true. I guess that in loving, most of us expect to feel the same intensity back to us or as close to the feeling towards our object or desire. But I it is my own idea, that we should not wait to come back to us as it can come naturally, but just enjoy to give what we want with love.
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Dolphine
Yeah... I agree with your idea. Some people expect back what they give, and when they don't get it back, some of them go mad. I think it is a silly reason to go mad... One must have the patience...
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