When it rains
we especially need tenderness
Why not come and
hold me tightly
near the warmest part of my blood
Who knows how long I could hold out
Who knows this time is not the final one
Hold me if you are not willing to let me go
Hold me like your protecting a wounded bird
say to me the sincere words
the words can only be said once in all your life
the words can only be understood by me
and – smile (do not cry, do not cry my love)
If you cry
what is wet is always my face
If you weep
what is bitter is always my heart
Do not worry if it rains too long
Do not complain if I would leave soon
Many many stories have already been eternal
at the beginning
There is no reason
need not be any reason
even life cannot manufacture a reason
Love is as long as all dimensions of space
or much—much—longer
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A wonderfully written poem! Truely amazing and insightful!
THIS POEM APPEARS TO BE WRITTEN BASED ON NEED, NOT LOVE. wANTING FOR SOMEONE WHAT YOU WANT FOR THEM IS JUST LOVING YOURSELF THROUGH THEM. iF YOU WANT FOR THEM WHAT THEY WANT FOR THEM, THEN, THE POSSIBILITY OF LOVE EXISTS. iT A SLONG BEEN A PERSONAL BELIEF THAT WHATEVER YTO DESIRE FOR YOURSELF, YOU MUST FIRST MAKE IT POSSIBLE IN THE LIVES OF OTHERS. THIS POEM IS TOO NEGATIVELY SELF CENTERED.
Irrespective of any comments placed in the past
or in the future,
Im compelled to say that such a poem,
and such an immense expression
can hardly anything truly put into its' own league
of absolute and total fulfillment when words can say
and mean all that they were meant to say
and mean!
I therefore, must conclude that this small but
miraculous interlude on “love washing the soul”
is all I could have imagined the beauty of words
to say and then a glipse of hope as words
transform themselves into thoughts, emotions
passion, and ultimately a complete and
total consuming effect intimacy that only one's
soul can know truly and inevitably exists!