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Click heredon't mind terribly,
please,
that I love you.
don't mind terribly,
please,
that I’m still
not sure
what love is.
in this huge
universe
of ours, matter's
volume is mostly
filled by
spaces
between the atoms,
the sub-atomic
particles.
all this, my love,
is an illusion.
we are dreaming.
those spaces, baby:
you fill them up.
if this had continued in the same vein as the first eight lines, anon bore would have had a point. Next nine (like spaces - ROFL) sub atomic physics, last two wrapped up with love.
Pathetic the poor person with no poetry in his/her soul .. I feel sorry for those that cannot see or feel it.
If this is drivel...please, Sir! May I have some more? Mmm Mmm delicious! D.
A writer who can't focus generates drivel like this. How pathetic!
And I profess to be a sucker for this style… I would have reworked though the last stanza to go more smoothly with the rest of the poem. It’s his love to her or their love to each other which fills all that cosmic space, not her physical presence I presume…