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Many times I notice that empty space
beside or infront of me
as I eat my meals and feel this just is no way to be ...
Many instances I find something funny and I chuckle,
but can't help feel that it can be more of a good roar
if he were just here to laugh with me ...
and then some more ...
Many evenings or nights I can't help but wish,
for comfort ... that there's more
than the pillow to hug ...
in place of a warm living loved one
who can respond with his own embrace
that would feel so lovingly snug ...

Until he returns
back into my arms that miss him so ...
I try my best to catch and savor
every drop of happiness around me ..
And hopefully, with this poem
he will surely know...
That no problems, distance, or worries
can ever make me forget or not see
my deep-seated wish for him & I
to eventually become that " WE" ...

On Georgia’s hills nocturnal mist has sunk,
Aragva’s tearing along in noisy rushing;
I am so sad; my sadness feels so light,
My sadness is so full of you, my darling.
Of you and you alone ... My spirits low
Are all immune to the torment and suffering.
And heart’s on fire again, in love because
It can not ever go without loving.

1829

Remember the tide how it rises and falls,
Let’s pray, pray to God that it never should stop,
It’s same as our life, in the eve, in the morn,
Its wheel keeps on moving, no time for a halt,
It’s same as the tide when it rises and falls.

You’re seeing a woman, you think she is yours,
Your heart’s full of loving, she's all that you want,
But sweet turns to sour, it seems you’ve been wrong,
You know, things just happen, so now she's gone,
It’s same as the tide as it rises and falls.

You’re lonely again, but you feel you can go,
You cling to old dreams that you cherished so long,
You cling to old work, to old friends, you just hope,
While months turn to years till you feel young no more,
It’s same as the tide as it rises and falls.

Don't be afraid if I just say "I love you",
It doesn't mean, far from it, please, believe,
That it is you with whom I am in love in real.
It means I love your spirit, love the way you are,
I love the soul in you, I love inquisitive mind.

Don't shy my love, I beg, don't shy such love as mine,
Cause it is not what matters much, no bond or lust.

My love for you is just sweet dreams, not more,
That stay with me, that I could share with all.
Just know, I love not you, I love the way you are,
I love your gentle spirit, love inquiring mind.

I'm lucky in a way, my love doesn't ask for gain,
Don't grudge me love obtained with so much pain.
It stays with me, it helps endure the strife,
Be what you are, be free, be restful in your life.

Don't be afraid, my love will never bring you pain.
I love the way you are, that's all, it is no more than that.
Be what you are, be you, be what I love and care,
Oh, does it seem too much, oh, do I ask to share?!

Eyes swelling
becoming tearful
spilling over
tear drops fall.

Words failing
lips open
unable to speak
emotions choking.

Hands tremble
fingers entwined
clenching the hand
that clings to mine.

Door open
light has entered
darkness closing
hold me I'm scared.

Angels calling
last breath I cry
door closing
I whisper goodbye.

Together we can do anything ...
Be happier instead of alone,
stressing & worrying ...
Together we can be everything
that we wish for, before this life
comes to its inevitable ending ...
Together ... why don't we
give it our best try ...?
Instead of balking at , fearing or doubting
all the reasons that justify the why ...

For together, all the good & positive
becomes best from better ...
All the sad & challenging
become more bearable
through all that passing rough weather ...
Together, life simply takes on
more facets & dimension ...
Instead of feeling flatter, monotonous,
bland, and lacking clearer direction ...

Because together, we can flourish even further,
thru drawing from each other's strengths
and, thereby, be able to go so much farther ...
We can likewise be the loving support
where our vulnerabilities
can cause us to sometimes fall short ...
And lastly, together we need not worry as much,
about our shortcomings in that respect ...
For all the while being perfectly imperfect,
we'll be there for one another,
and forever ... love, protect, and hold each other ...

You, only you of all the endless world
Can bring a joy to me one ever brought,
Make life a paradise on earth for me,
My only hope in life to burden lift.
Life dealt me blows so hard to bear,
A test of fortitude it was, but I don’t care.
Joy was denied me, was in fact a fruitless toil,
To fail in life, I guess, is not a feat to boast,
Live means to love and to be loved in turn.

Wood sheds its dress of crimson red,
Frost coats with silver withered fields,
Day shows its face as if against its will
And hides itself behind a hillside edge.
You, fire ablaze, in my secluded cell,
And you, oh wine, a friend of autumn cold,
Pour into soul sweet poison of all days
For brief oblivion of bitter thoughts.

I am so sad, no friend sits by my side,
With whom I’ll wash long parting down,
Whose hand I’ll shake with hearty laugh,
Whom I could wish so many years to last.
I drink alone; in vain imagination mine
Calls out for friends to come for brief respite;
No sound of their approach, familiar strides,
No longer is my soul in wait for dearest one.

On Christmas Eve I wish you, dear friends,
In joy you are so sad - in sadness merry,
So far on distant continents and lands,
You are so close to me - I wish I had you near.

Heart hardly can contain the love I carry,
To each and every one I stretch my hand
And wish God's grace upon you, wish you plenty!

Believe my words, we have no other way:
This corner is a chance, there aren't so many.
The one for all and all for one to burden take,
You are so close to me - I wish I had you near.

Our Father, who art in heaven! On bended knees
I’m standing before You with modest plea:
Of You it is not reaches, greatness that I request,
Oh I would hate with this to sacred prayer offend...
I wish instead that sky my humble soul enlighten,
And heart with love that emanates from You ignite,
So that for enemies, ev'n if by them I’m stabbed to death,
I’d ask forgiveness for they know not how they err.


July 17, 1858