Keeping it plain and simple
Keeping it plain and simple
When the troubled soul of a simple girl enters the presence of a humble man.
All is well.
When the eyes of the ancients watch over beauty in the making nothing can tear them apart.
When the tide rises , patience , hope and everything emotional falls.
One heart still burns with passion in the hope to keep you alive.
The world can say yes but we can say no. Simply because we can.
When a weak yes is fortified with the presence of another. Everything is possible.
When a gracefully eyed man bestows himself upon a deep dark coloured sky.
The sky looks down in admiration of such adoration.
A moment passes when the equilibrium shifts over slightly to the good.
And everything unthinkable and impossible is successful.
Simply because I’m with you, and you’re such a limited edition.
I wrote this quite some time ago , when I was engrossed with a certain so and so. It didn’t work out but hey I really like this poem and I do feel I was able to obtain good poetry during the course of this short lived , whatever you want to call it.
P.s Will someone please leave a comment to tell me how terrible or great this stuff is because I cannot get any better unless you tell me. Also a cheeky ask but I want to know what everyone’s idea of the perfect love is?.If there is such a thing.
For me : Something along the lines of what is described in Corinthians, something which is totally blemish less, it can only be obtained for short periods of time by us humans, but the time spent trying to achieve it makes it overall a perfect love, if that makes sense.
When the troubled soul of a simple girl enters the presence of a humble man.
All is well.
When the eyes of the ancients watch over beauty in the making nothing can tear them apart.
When the tide rises , patience , hope and everything emotional falls.
One heart still burns with passion in the hope to keep you alive.
The world can say yes but we can say no. Simply because we can.
When a weak yes is fortified with the presence of another. Everything is possible.
When a gracefully eyed man bestows himself upon a deep dark coloured sky.
A moment passes when the equilibrium shifts over slightly to the good.
And everything unthinkable and impossible is successful.
Simply because I’m with you, and you’re such a limited edition.
I wrote this quite some time ago , when I was engrossed with a certain so and so. It didn’t work out but hey I really like this poem and I do feel I was able to obtain good poetry during the course of this short lived , whatever you want to call it.
P.s Will someone please leave a comment to tell me how terrible or great this stuff is because I cannot get any better unless you tell me. Also a cheeky ask but I want to know what everyone’s idea of the perfect love is?.If there is such a thing.
For me : Something along the lines of what is described in Corinthians, something which is totally blemish less, it can only be obtained for short periods of time by us humans, but the time spent trying to achieve it makes it overall a perfect love, if that makes sense.
