A very nice poem.

A redo of an earlier poem by the same name again describing an encounter I had with a particular woman.

The title says it all.

Some people think love is cliched.

You epitomise the beauty of innocence.

Our love story would be a sad one.

For some reason, it seems a poem without the usual rhyming tecnique, which I find easy and good to read. Is somehow better and holds hidden depth, which is so good, it doesn’t need to rhyme. .. well insight and making the poem seem superier, can’t be what it’s meant. so here goes.. keeping whatever and I will keep going till I get it right, should this fail.. which I believe may well dooo.. right concentrate,,, use the inner eye lol…………..

This poem is written to illustrate the ability of a spider to spin a web without any assistance. It brings to light innate gifts in all creation that cause life to construct its piece without outside help which includes the poet who writes from within and no one tells you how.

This poem is based on the agonizing experiences.

You can’t hurry love.