"Here is my secret. It is very simple: It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye.."- Antoine de Saint Exupéry

Not the Saddest Poem

only-rain-love-glass

Tonight I could write the saddest poem of all, yet I choose not to.
Lights draw constellations for muses and the skies have stars in their eyes.

I loved him and often he loved me too.
Just as love is eternal, he once belonged to my ardent kisses.

On nights like this he held me in his arms.
He kissed me so many times under infinite blues.

Tonight I write this poem left glowing in the dark:
Not one of pain, but the one of a love full of passion.

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90 words, memyselfandela, 2014

2 responses

  1. Red

    Yes, this is what I wanted to see … for a love full of passion. May it live long … and when the time comes, may it drift away with the deepest sleep, but leave a glowing ember by the side of the road, for sometimes to look back at and smile.

    January 31, 2014 at 16:50

    • Again, this is your vision. Mine is different. I may choose not to speak of pain, but that does not mean I am not all in pain,
      Yet I can see the beauty too. Cursed and divine. This is love…

      February 3, 2014 at 23:48

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