The Pain of Love{A letter to myself}

[Split]

What is this love that I feel?
A soft poem whispered ever so gently upon keen ears?
a fear of solitude, yet solice is found within?
Confounding mysteries they are, dangling fruits of
passion/misery just in front of my eyes, whilst I yearn
to taste their sweet yet deadly juices.

I find my mind wondering through the cascades of our love.
Taking time to smell the roses,
yet cautious enough to never take them for granted.
Love is truth, a truth so profound that the scholars and sages
throughout aeons of mind numbing study, are still fascinated with it.
I love to love her, for she loves to love me.
Her words open ears to a forgotten please
of immeasurable ecstacy, happiness.
Joy, thats what I feel.

What is this pain?
When I see her sad, it comes. When she's laughing, it shows itself...
No matter what the situation, it is always unceasingly evident.
It is the pain of love.
A pain so sacred, I dare not explain it.

[Piscean Twin]

Really good, I enjoyed reading this – deep, honest and free flowing with emotion; something I think a lot of people can relate to, but you’ve personalised it in a nice way in that it’s a “letter to yourself”. Good word choice. I’m feeling this

Peace

[Split]

thanks, the girl this is about is a pisces, the epitomy of a pisces

[Poetris]

This piece got to me...your language is so familiar in this piece...very well written...much deeper than the average I read - "she's the epitome of pisces" --- in the creative sense that we can't be decisive enough to make ourselves happy. Isn't love evol (evil) in it's own ways? Again, very nice piece.

~Poe

[young ryda]

this poem really got me thinking bout my girl dawg especially since she in florida for a week .... do u mind if i send this to her ?????? anyway it is really deep and really sick

-ryda