I’ll tell
you the story of your soul,
Mysterious,
tantalized by the beauty and love of life
From the
abyss of life above the firmament,
Life
comes alive in you.
Keats loved ‘her’ to ruin him,
But I
love her to live me lively-
Love her
is to live in her,
Live in
her is to die in her and
She’s
miles away,
Far
across the mountains and waters,
Living
her vivacity unto the zenith of life,
She makes
me live.
I love
myself despite how imperfect I am.
I can't
help but fall in love with myself over and over again.
I sound
like a self-obsessed idiot.
Like
Narcissus loved himself, I love myself,
Both my
body and soul and celebrate it.
There must be something left incomplete
And I do love it.
"Now I know..." A whisper that lingered on her lips..
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And he asked the expansion for her “Now I know….”
DeleteHe told me other things too; he went to the hills and cried out his love for her. “It echoed her name all around the valley and from where it ascended to the heavens,” he said.
From the tops of mountains, he sang his love for her, for heavens might hear that. He loves her like he loves himself. If someone fails to himself first, how can he love someone else?
He tore a piece from the poem “Red, Red, Rose” for her:
“Oh my luve’s like a red, red, rose,
That’s newly sprung in june;
Oh my luve’s like the melodie
That’s sweetly played in tune.”
- And the sprout of a Dewdrop was peeping the sun for blossom.
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