What else is there for me but to yearn for you? To think of your soul in rhyme with mine? For months the thought of you will leave then return so subtly to flood me again till I drown bereft I am sorrowed to know you'll never leave me a thread will tie you to me a thread I cannot cut Sever you I would if peace I could have yet peace perhaps is shallow next to the want of you you are my cup of life my cup of passion I take of you from the air with my every breath my friend, my love my only mate of the soul
------------------ Is it so small a thing to have enjoyed the sun to have lived light in the spring To have loved, smiled, thought, to have done? M.Arnold
In a "perfect world," all must not be perfect. Yet I think you come close with your words, painting an auric picture with your words of love and peacelessness. (I think I feel that warm and fuzzy feeling inside again..yuck!)
san diego, ca.
"What else is there for me but to yearn for you?" I know this feeling very well...this whole poem sounds like it could have come straight fyou are my cup of life my cup of passion I take of you from the air with my every breath rom my heart..." Very well said! :-) "
------------------ "We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion.....the powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse. What will your verse be?" --John Keating, Dead Poets Society
Wow guys - thankyou all so much! I really appreciate the responses and I'm glad this poem touched hearts. Caroline - I'm very flattered! Of course you can print it. Chris - warm and fuzzy? YOU! (Thanks) PFF - nice to hear your voice again, my friend.
Glen Hope, PA USA
Severn....I thought I had replied to this, but was mistaken. So, now my reply, better late than never I guess. I really enjoyed this piece....It is one I can definately relate well too. It speaks softly of romance and roars loudly with thoughts of love....beautiful!
------------------ "In the depths of winter, I finally learned that there was in me an invincible summer" ~Albert Camus