Occupy an inch in the
world of literature,
But when you, my
muse,
My goddess of love appear,
before my mind’s eye,
A thousand waves of emotions,
Dash on the coast of my
soul,
Vibrate my enchanted
heart,
Words spontaneously ooze
out of my pen,
Your kind soul calls
it poem.
You name it poem,
Because the truth in my
words,
The depth of my
innocent devotion,
Ripple your emotions,
Synchronize with your
feelings,
Generate the melody
called love in your heart,
Inspire you to write
for me, your muse.
I really don’t write
poems.
Wonderful.
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ReplyDeleteYour words are the only things that ocean of knowledge contains, my friend..you don't need to write poems.. you breath poems...spontaneously is in your pen, sir... I don't know what you mean by you don't own... Your kind words make the readers thrill... Make them know what poetry is... Beautiful creater you are....
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