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T O P I C R E V I E WthequeenIgniting my virtue, my soul you thrive,With ambience of mourning, we love and cry, Pulp of the essence, drafting the power,I miss your presence, each second, each hour, Enchanting my poignance, with love in eye, Compassion as your vice, loving wet and dry,You merge my vengeance, with shining dime, And gift me poison, with love each time,I miss your caress, since you touched and left, And lost my glory, in your arms of theft,This pressed me petite, dragging warm in well, In my heart you live, in soul you dwell,Going ways to destroy, your glimpse is divine, Holy gestures I envisage, in bulk of shrines,Your rapport of commanding, me to swim,My vulnerability of falling, and holding your skin, Your heart’s approval, scarce in claim,My wounds are kissed, with your love’s name,I love the pious, spoken and lying,Your love in a bottle, sealed and dying.mirage29Passionate and Beautiful I realize that this poem was born of heartache and terrible pain, but sometimes when a soul has been utterly humbled and dives down that deep, the broken-vessel may also fill the sense space with the most costly pleasant perfume... turning words of pain into the Love Song between the Soul and Its God.Precious and Inspiring, {{T.Q.}}! Pearlty heartfelt writing...AyeletIt is interesting that through mourning, your love for him is dying. Very strong.thequeenThanks for making it realise that it's dying. I guess even I didn't realise it was sealed with its share and now fading off finally. Thank you very much for reading in exploration to all three Pearlty, mirage and Ayelet.mirage29 {hug}Ayelet~ Very keen observation. Randall PearltyBump, just checking in with you thequeen, haven't seen you around here lately. Hope things are well. thequeenThanks for checking up on me, I am in perfect shape. Was a little busy.mirage29
I realize that this poem was born of heartache and terrible pain, but sometimes when a soul has been utterly humbled and dives down that deep, the broken-vessel may also fill the sense space with the most costly pleasant perfume... turning words of pain into the Love Song between the Soul and Its God.
Precious and Inspiring, {{T.Q.}}!
Thank you very much for reading in exploration to all three Pearlty, mirage and Ayelet.
Ayelet~ Very keen observation.
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