Bliss

A Poem

It's not in the kiss the causes the roses to bloom,
Or the passion that threatens to consume.

Not in the gentleness of your touch,
Or way you expect nothing much.

It's not how you always seem to forgive,
Or the sweet feeling that we relive.

Not in the clock that moves once again,
Or the answering of where? and when?

Its in the righting of wrongs,
And the blind writing of songs.

Its within the tear at the corner of my eye,
And the rivers that refuses to run dry.

Reviews

[wijdan]

its amazing
nice work

[BlueDreams]

Wonderful..... Nice Craft...

[Seshat Nidaba]

These were rhymes that came to me as if from another person's heart, like somebody I like very much, they had a sweetness that in a way came unexpected and I like the sensations of reading something like that...

Peculiar emotional range in this one. The 1st and 3rd stanza mainly did it for me.