Monday, September 26, 2016

The Voice of Love

The voice of love
The dusk of the evening filled her with trepidation
She thought she heard a distinct diminution..
Outside the fallen leaves seemed
dry and crisp
Engaging her thoughts interspersing with a voice..
He seemed to call out to her
His love apparent and his words full of tears..
She felt him in her arms crying a silent wish
To be with her at all times 
or sometimes
even with unseen seeking for her nearness
She saw someone from her past in him and she cried
her wistfulness helpless and in a random time
She said a prayer for him
maybe to bring her fears to allay
the storm inside..
He touched her once in many ways twice
A completed man and incomplete by her
A man of stirring with a heart of desire
To be with a woman
he concludes as his dream tireless
His illusion may bring him completion
May he not or May he his question
For she is bound by a ring
which in the eyes of him
 stays hidden...

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The philosophers that wrote of love were many But I am sure none could really explain in great length the emotion that it conjured N...