Love Poems
A poem is someone's soul on paper:
It emits a feeling,
Perhaps of great rage or warmth or sadness—
But the feeling, it is there.
But when I read a poem crafted so heartfelt;
From one ordinary person to another—
Though to someone they see as their Beloved;
Someone so divine in their eyes,
Everyone else holds but a candle
To the beauty of their One—
I feel nothing.
I feel lost to this poem;
I cannot find myself.
I feel but an empty, aching longing
For something unattainable; something I cannot reach.
These poems, they are always crafted so delicately
From someone's heart,
But I feel nothing when I read it. I always will.
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