Walking along the road of life, I met someone as I seem to be destined to do... ...this is about her.
No Notion
In the snow of moments
No notion
No idea
No inkling
No concept
No thought
No inception
No perception
No impression
Nothing makes sense
Except
When I look into your eyes
When I read your lips
When I inhale your essence
Lose myself in your hair
When I know what I already knew
As I know you now
I know
It’s so simple
So easy to just love you
As I lose myself in you
And love you
I do
Live
Love
Love touches one's soul in many ways. Your poem expresses the beauty and unique expressions of a heart smitten with the rapture of LOVE!. It's beautiful !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!....M
OUT OF THE BLUE, JUST FOR YOU! MAY SHE AND HER LOVELY ESSENCE... ALWAYS...BELONG. THANKS FOR THE SHARE, REGIS. LOVE, BLESSINGS AND FAITH...JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS
Robin Ouzman Hislop's poetry is certainly in dialogue with some of the key architects of the 'poetics of indeterminacy' – both the Modernist strands represented by the likes of Beckett and Stein, and the postmodernist strands represented, initially,
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Amour et paix,
Mahdi
in his breton eye
Love ya!
Jane