I was tired to be strong, was tired to be wise I was tired to save, win, survive … There is a wish for eyes kind, hands there is a wish for darlings And lips that could whisper about love … In embraces to take cover, fall asleep, be dissolved … The big shoulder will become a pillow let, To have a good long talk as though to get drunk … That all this was more and more
Ronnie779Aberystwyth, Gwynedd, Wales UKDec 17, 2017
I know this feeling... the search for this...and tiring in the process... guess thats why we are all on this site...hoping to find these things with someone- lovely poem Ummka
UmmkaOPKokshetau, KazakhstanDec 17, 2017
Hi Ronnie. Yes, for the woman it is difficult to be strong. Thank you for your attention and comments. With respect for Uma.
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