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Click hereHe claimed love was a myth, nothing more then a dream he dares not,
Then what was this deep aching within his chest?
As though her passions were a tide, following the command of the moon,
She brought forth in him, waves of rapture, which were beginning to crest.
He denies the emptiness whenever she’s out of his sight,
He wanders through each day only half- aware of what surrounds him,
The need to hear her voice, feel her touch, is sometimes unbearable,
As is the want to hold her each night, become lost in the scent of her skin.
He’s plagued by an insatiable appetite that consumes all thought,
For not one woman has ever evoked such raw desire,
To laugh with her is amazing, to make her laugh, incredible,
Tender sounds of sweetness sifting through wildfire.
Straight to the heart, to the depths of his soul,
Yet love remains something he cannot conceive,
Even with open eyes he is still so very blind,
For “ he “ is you, and “ she “ is me.
I love this poem its really good and makes me want to go grab my girlfriend and bang her real good till she understands how its like to be away from her.
with deep yearnings for what he/she hasn't had. (yet) Nice work.
Terrible yearnings that never quite get satisfied. He still wants her desperately - though possession is never achieved.
A rare gift of deep feeling
Expressed in these phrases
While love is experienced unknowingly.
That was amazing.
I wish I could write words like that.
Thank you for letting me read it.