41. I Want Love
I don’t want attachment.
I want love.
I don’t want you to be
I don’t want attachment.
I want love.
I don’t want you to be
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I hope you find
the one who quiets
the screams.
I hope you find
Another job very well done. Very insightful and very easy to read. I like this style.
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The map of the heart is a rugged terrain
that throws you off course causing pleasure or pain.
Uncharted territory with no paths or roads
where battles are fought or love can grow.
I'm so delighted you chose to promote this poem, as through this I discovered the rest of your poems published by Family Friends. A wonderful discovery - keep writing. Best wishes, Ann.
If you see the pain upon my face, it's not so hard to take.
Although it hurts a lot sometimes, it's a very special ache.
If I seem to be uneasy or appear to be so blue,
It's just my heart's too small to hold all the love I feel for you.
What does it look like when a heart breaks?
Is it watery eyes driving the interstate?
What does it sound like when the pieces fall away?
Is it rhythm and melody?
Good to get it out there. I do hope the writing helped. Even if it didn't help you, I'm sure it will help others.
Best wishes, Ann
Just a simple smile, a soft caress, a sweet kiss.
Just a step away, an arm's length, from unthinkable bliss.
Just a two word 'I do,' a ring on the finger, a honey moon.