Where do you think I would be
When it begins to rain?
Waiting for a girl
To heal my pain
On this lonely road
With not a soul in sight
And a strange feeling
Gripping me in the night
Have I felt this before?
Should I let this grow?
Feels like Cupid’s using his fist
He must have lost his bow
…
Where would she be
When it begins to pour?
Would she be waiting
Like before?
Will Cupid hit her
With his arrow?
Or has he lost it too?
I do not know
Let the winds blow the answers
In my ears
When the rains will wash away
All my fears
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Wow. Nice. Thanks
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May Cupid’s arrow not be made of lead!
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I liked the Cupid write
Interesting
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Thank you
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Thanks for visiting my site, because it led me to yours
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Welcome. Have a nice day
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The first of your poems I read, phenomenal work. I feel each word 😀 Can’t wait to read more of them!
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Thank you for your kind words
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The echoes of the mind and the heart leave the reader to be sensitive, understanding. Your words are highly appreciated. Anand Bose from Kerala
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Thank you
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Really enjoyed this 🙂 Especially the cupid losing his bow part.
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Thanks a lot
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Such a sweet poem and thank you for liking my post!
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Thank you and welcome
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Such a nice poem,lovely written.its a path for beginner
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“My worthiness is all my doubt,
His merit all my fear,
Contrasting which, my qualities
Do lowlier appear;
Lest I should insufficient prove
For his beloved need,
The chiefest apprehension
Within my loving creed.
So I, the undivine abode
Of his elect content,
Conform my soul as ’twere a church
Unto her sacrament. ❦”
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Thank. I’ll check it out
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Actually, it was more of a response to what you wrote. Loving someone involves “good” and “bad” things happening and changes as the relationship evolves that sometimes are less than comfortable. As a parent this happens over and over as a child grows into adulthood. The empty nest is the ultimate in an end of the parent/child dynamic including teaching a child how to be a positive and productive citizen. The bird has flown the coop and now they are on their own. Of course, there continues to be a relationship but it’s very different from what it was originally.
I hope I didn’t lose you in my long roundabout description. Also, note that being a parent/mom is awesome although challenging as well. It’s such a huge responsibility and yet so many amazing experiences result over time.
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incredible poetry x
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Thank you
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This is so great 🙂
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Thank you
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I just wanted to say I really appreciate all your poetry, it’s good stuff 🙂
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Thank you so much. It means a lot to hear you say that
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where will you be when the answer you receive tells you it’s all been a dream
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I will be right here
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Thanks for sharing your thoughts; they are much like
mine of many years ago.
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