Look into my eyes, love, and tell me can you see
This flame of pure compassion living deep inside of me?
That burns with such conviction beyond my very soul,
It scares me nearly half to death, yet somehow makes me whole;
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This, to my mind, just happens to be your finest hour, Linda. A rather enchanting straightshooter directly from your exquisite nucleus, right down to its impeccable cadence; nothing forced nor pretentious regarding this slice of sweet confessional confectionary. It graciously builds, layer upon layer until that wondrously delectable denouement. Here's looking at you, kid, Greg
I think you are a warm sensitive compassionate person to be able to write so well...love your poems arti
Amazing. I wrote a little poem 40 years titled Of Child, and it has the same ring to it as Detiny's Child.
My life no longer governs me, my thoughts are not my own/ They flow from somewhere deep inside - these truths I've always known- I especially like that couplet, and I feel it carries a deep truth. Reminds me of a poet I like who wrote in rhyme. His name was Malcolm Schloss. Here's one of his I remember: 'I have only one Real Friend, /many are His forms./He rides upon the sunrise, /glorifies the storms.// He and I are comrades, /tried and fast and true./Glad am I to have found him/here and now in you.'
Dont believe it I like this one as well, if your not careful im going to run out of things to say.
Oh, I nearly forgot to remark on your delightful choice of the title. Would WOW be too simplistic an adjective to suggest, Ms. Ori?