Unending Love

I seem to have loved you in numberless forms, numberless times…

In life after life, in age after age, forever,
My spellbound heart has made and remade the necklace of songs,

That you take as a gift, to wear around your neck in many forms

The Joy of Misery

I want to write of happy things,

joyous ocassions,

of which there sure are aplenty…

yet, for some some reason,

perhaps a long standing conditioning,

I keep getting dragged back,

back into the mud,

into the quicksand,

a murky swamp…


Why oh why?

why is there so much joy,

in the misery an sorrow?

in the chewing bubble gum,

to solve a maths equation.


Why oh why,

do I,

am I,

do I,

with little to carry around,

worry that I indeed have little,

i have only this trouble,

this trouble or that…


I am lacking,

not in joy,

yes in joy,

for I am lacking,

in troubles…


For I once did fall,
For an angel of darkness and light,
As my knees touched rock bottom,
With the  heavy burden of this love I felt..

I realise that she does not love me,
For what she felt me for me,
There is not a word,
Not a phrase, a paragraph or a book.

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As you hold me tight
ever so tight
that I can’t breathe
I feel like a bird
flying, soaring,
ever so high.

Icarus, such a fool,
With his wings
of wax and feathers

close to the sun,
he could not go

for he did not fly
simply as I do,

soar, as I do,

ever higher I go,
closer to the sun,

and all because you love me!