by Unknown
Apr 2012 326 Views 5 comments
She Gives Me My Life
Because with losing you, I would contain neither the ambition nor the strength to live. Greater than I value myself, your love is worth to me. Anything, anyone or everything and everyone, would not be worth the loss of your love. Believing in eternity to continue spending with her, or ending my consciousnesses to endure her loss, is all I can livingly accept. The keeper of my life's will to live, she is.
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Posted: Apr 2012
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I borrowed these words from my manifesto and shared them with you, to document the extraordinary value nature has assigned you, and to remind you of the king's thrown you unintendedly inherited, directly due to your beauty.Poems entered on these pages are copyrighted by the authors who entered them. They cannot be reproduced without the author's written consent. © Copyright 2001-2024. All rights reserved.
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Comments (5)
We must share the love
You write some good poetry when you put your mind to it.
I am working on a poem that will share the self destruction that I engage in by knowing my losing her will kill me, yet I can not live without perusing her. She being a necessity for me, like the oxygen I breath. A lose lose situation for me. With the only glimmer of joy being the present, with her in my arms. Yet tragedy is destine to follow. And I am wise enough to know it.