POETICS


Twice or thrice I have loved you
Before I knew your name or where you came from;
But in your voice, but in your face
You ignited a flame 
That seems will never die out
Angels affect us all,
They need to be worshiped
And if yet I don't have your love
Dear, I shall never have it at all
My bargain was all I had
I know,
Love has riddles
And you in my snare 
All I wanted 
the intimacy,
The sense of belonging
You living knowing there's someone 
Someone watching yourback, holding your heart so tight
So tight that you cant think of going a mile away
Playing to your digeridoo
Knowing there's nobody but you
Delighted. Living simply
But alone I must tread this road
Determined. To get you still 
Seen thia I need you,

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