The pain of losing a child is so intense...
The pain of losing your loved one is so intense...
The pain of losing yourself, is so intense...
Which should I not count, O tell me, revered one?
I wander through the sands of time
Thinking, when I might take birth again
Or have I, already?
I am an immortal, by birth
By my works,
Through my heart.
Yet, incomplete I am, as always
Without myself, my parts.
A longing to be a mother,
A longing to protect women,
A longing to give birth to a man of good power and mind.
A longing to mate, to make love
Unite with your loved one.
What theories I make, that what I had thrown away
Came back, like a boomerang
Now I am finding answers.
Immortal I am, so is he
But where, now, can't I see him?
Hepheastion. Two bodies, and one soul,
Two bodies of men,
Unable to unite.
And now Kāma takes place!
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Well it is a bit esoteric
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Words And Secrets
PoetryWords spill out secrets And the more I speak, the more I regret Yet, my lips remain parted until I utter a new word And so it goes on, this story of telling tales!❣
