When love is sweet and painful, you just can’t escape.

You are my grief and joy,

my wound and my rainbow,

my prison and freedom.

You are my myth

and the clay from which I was created.

You are mine, with all your wounds.

You are my sun at its setting,

and my lightened night.

You are the death of me and the kiss of life.

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  • K.Reshma on Nov 3, 2009

    Very beautiful poem

  • Guy Hogan on Nov 3, 2009

    It sounds like love to me. It also seems to me that love is not a perfect state. I guess that’s because we are talking about love among human beings.

  • cutedrishti8 on Nov 3, 2009

    great poem..Lovely

  • Jane Benitez on Nov 3, 2009

    Thanks for sharing a very lovely poem – the picture was awesome.

  • Ruby Hawk on Nov 3, 2009

    Love will do that to you.

  • Joie Schmidt on Nov 4, 2009

    Powerful work – love the picture as well.

    Blessings.

    Sincerely,

    -Liane Schmidt.

  • saritajain86 on Nov 6, 2009

    So sweet.

  • Christine Ramsay on Nov 9, 2009

    That is such a heartfelt and beautiful poem. Lovely work.

    Christine

  • V rank on Nov 17, 2009

    I feel that you are in-love despite all the sacrifices… I hope Im right… That’s how I see your poignant poem..

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