May my heart
be the softest place you fall,
may this love
be the wildest place you run.
Butterflies Rising
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Lockdown Love
Original PoetryI find you in the poetry of lovers.
I find you in the fierce auburn of the rising sun
demanding to be felt before it is seen.
I find traces of you within the strands of my hair.
But above all, I find you
in me.
In the glimmer of my eyes
when they shine at the sound of your name.
In the essence of the blooming spring.
In the empty space
between my fingertips.
A Lover’s Arrogance
Original PoetryI wear his name on my tongue
with pride,
and his scent on my skin
with arrogance
– Jane Austen
LiteratureI can listen no longer in silence. I must speak to you by such means as are within my reach. You pierce my soul. I am half agony, half hope. Tell me not that I am too late, that such precious feelings are gone for ever. I offer myself to you again with a heart even more your own than when you almost broke it…
Persuasion
– Hafiz of Shiraz
PoetryI wish I could show you,
when you are lonely or in darkness,
the astonishing light
of your own being.
Ink-Stained Fingertips
Original PoetryI am made
of the poetry
my fingertips
bleed.
Diary Entries
Original PoetryUntouched by love,
tainted by heartache.
The beauty in his purity –
Oh, it takes my breath away.
Falling
Original PoetryJust like leaves in the autumn and snow in the winter,
I fall for you over and over again.
Dear, You
Original PoetryInstead of giving me a torch and assuming I’ll find my way
out of the darkness and into the light,
he held my hand and helped me grow accustomed to my blindness
until I wasn’t afraid of the darkness anymore.
A Winter’s Promise
Original PoetryI will chase down every setting sun
in your name, in your memory.
And with the rising ambience
of a winter morning’s sun
we will reunite once again.
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