Open Poetry #13 |
A wish of love |
walker Member Elite
since 2001-02-11
Posts 2240Florida |
Your happy one day, sad the next. What can I do, when you get in that mood? I sometimes blame myself. Never knowing what to expect. If one day I make you happy, why can I the next? When your soul is fused in mine, I wish I could touch your spirit. Liberate it from your anguish. Hugging forever after. Swallowing all your sorrows. Digesting them with my love. Letting my passion dissolve, all your past troubles. Setting you free from your agony. Dissolving all your sadness with my heart. Letting this pure love, be in heaven at last. |
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Irish Rose Member Patricius
since 2000-04-06
Posts 10263 |
Sometimes a person has to go through his/her own angst and it's a tunnel of sorts. Dark and omnious, and the other person really goes through another kind not knowing what to do but as long as there is some kind of comfort and support coming from them, that's like light at the end. Thank you for this one. Kathleen Blake |
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Gentle Spirit Member Patricius
since 2000-10-09
Posts 13989 |
I can most definately relate to this one right now....I know exactly where you are coming from with this one.....and sometimes all we can do is wait, and keep loving til they see it. Thanks for this one, and now to tuck it into my library for future moments of thoughts. *s* On the wings of words our spirits fly....and our souls are free. |
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Joyce Johnson
since 2001-03-10
Posts 9912Washington State |
As I told my children when they married. Don't expect your spouse or loved one to make you happy. That's up to you. Joyce |
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Mabel A. Dilley Senior Member
since 2001-03-17
Posts 859Seattle, WA, USA |
Some dark coridors only require a light held at the end by someone loving. We cannot always make things better. Childhood was so simple that way. I actually thought my parents could kiss away the tears and heal "booboos" on my skinned knees. "I am not now that which I have been." |
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Tiersdin Member Elite
since 2000-11-17
Posts 2364east coast |
I understand this poem as well, as the one who is on the dizzying rollercoaster of happiness and sadness. It's not by choice, it just is. The demon is called depression. The only thing a loved one can do is be supportive without trying too hard. enjoyed reading your poem... ~Tier |
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latin passion Senior Member
since 2001-04-26
Posts 576 |
Walker, so many facets you show. My e-mail to him is keeping me near to him. It's not to put him on guard. For me, it's like he'd be here, next to me. I would do the same for him. Always there. Harmony and happiness go hand in hand. I with him. Lastly, what can I do him, for all he has to do is ask. He has my all. LP Day in Day out...My love for you grows. |
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