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For You

by PaulAnthony 

Posted: 12 November 2004
Word Count: 296


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There are few things we write that have never been said before.
Love is such remembrance of our desire for so much more.
I still donít understand how that single word to me belongs
Itís meaning, so unknown, its very desire so quaintly wrong.

I have such thick emotions for those things I do not know,
Perhaps that makes me loveless, perhaps that makes me slow,
I know what makes me realise the things I need to show I need
And theyíre not the quintessential parameters of anxiety and greed.

I think I know what makes me think the way I think I do
But truthfully all that matters is what makes me look at you,
And that is all I ever lived for all I ever hope to breathe
The most simplistic reminders of why Iíd never want to leave.

You always fill my heart with meaning that Iíd read about in books
Yet I have lived a life of presumption that all you meant to me was looks
It kills me all as faintly as a poisonous tongue thatís sharp and rests no more
Like something not worth saying or that's been cheaply said before.

I look upon your eyes each day and it makes me want to try
To be a better person and not to gently live a lie.
That youíll never understand or ever feel was true,
Other than a stark reflection of everything you feel was you.

I have loved upon my heart this day for the worth that it can earn
From the feelings that I know you care for me, your desire, your concern
That someday all we want to have we will always have as one
Like lifeís imagining of all those things we have never done.






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Tuppence at 10:48 on 12 November 2004  Report this post
very good & i love the last line

PaulAnthony at 10:57 on 12 November 2004  Report this post
Thank you tuppence, tried to lighten up a bit.

roovacrag at 16:04 on 12 November 2004  Report this post
Paul a truly great poem. No one is loveless. Sometimes we just never know if what we ache for is real.
I loved the last stanza,that said it all and gave meaning.

Well done.

xx Alice

PaulAnthony at 16:26 on 12 November 2004  Report this post
Alice, I thank you for your kind comments. Love is something I struggle to write about as I am not sure I understand it myself.

Thanks again

The Walrus at 18:27 on 12 November 2004  Report this post
A strong, moving and honest piece. Love brings out the best in people. Fact.

Very articulate and enjoyable read.

The Walrus

Carlton at 14:53 on 14 November 2004  Report this post
True words Paul, True. Enlightenment often comes from the place we seek it least. A very readable piece.

Tuppence at 15:28 on 14 November 2004  Report this post
love is all you need


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