My love for him
is like the earth wanting the sun.
A brush of love
can make anyone a poet,
a lover of life.
One can indeed be touched without being touched.
Longing longs for his eyes,
his presence,
his soul,
his kiss.
I love my fingertips.
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Poetry:My Only Friend
PoetryIn a world where falling in love is so rare, I fell in love with poetry. It gave me understanding. I write to understand my pain. I write to feel my pain and transcend it. I feel my words, I feel the past, the present, I envision the future, all th...
