In a mystical manner, in the worlds of the unknown; on the property of the Manor, when life comes to push and shove...
(..the rhythm of life suggests, to dream for always!)
Through life I've learned Besought in vigor - sung Music of poetry portrayed Fulfilled a recipe of life and in Perfection of the hope for one Vocabulary dried - all gone Used all I know to give - I' Honor you with new, the 'Language of the calm' To You, I fly..and die!
...through the corridors of choices, and the plethora of unknown voices; life spent writing, volumes of emotions shown, one proof of Love should be adored and known: once reached the height of expression and released everything of possession, the one that I will befriend the most, from now on is, the silence of the ghost. The gaze is everlasting in emotions...
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I love your note: "...the one that I will befriend the most, from now on is, the silence of the ghost." That one thought is perfection in and of itself and one to which I can totally relate.
Love lost is like a double-edged sword. On one side, it is the most beautiful thing ever. On the other, it weeps. For once that sweet, ethereal, transcendental, forever-after kind of love has been experienced, settling for anything less is treason to the soul.
"I hold it true, whate'er befall;
I feel it, when I sorrow most;
'Tis better to have loved and lost
Than never to have loved at all."
She's the one who's unprecedentedly impressed by you, intransigently iterating your string of benevolently exotic virtues to whomsoever she encountered, she's the one who's inexorably possessive about you, for you seek, and you can't resist.
I reread this a few times trying to find the meaning and I'm left still thinking and tyring to figure it all out. I love poems like that though. The ones that keep you thinking long after you finished reading it. Nicley done.
* You will either love me, or hate me. Love, being the cataclysmic, overwhelming abundance of passion, hope and enduring. I am not for the fain of heart.
Real, daring, blunt .. human.
I am..in a.. more..