My love measures fully.
My cup brims. My heart whims.
I hereby bestow my love on you, so
taste and see its goodness!
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Any lover would delight and reflect with some un-worded affection. Poets do have their ways. However, your last para seems to lack some thing you've encoded and finally revealed. Hmm, 'Hunpty Dunpty sat happily on his proverbial loving wall.' Did he fall, or was he pushed, and in ruins, never to be put back together again? 'But my darling, it matters not If our story sounds like a fairy tale' Fantasy, fiction or both. Leave out the last stanza and never think that the ruins will ever be the same again. Yep, i was feeling like the Humpty that you had invited to be lovingly destroyed? ...louie
‘…A love that imparts vitality /Yet hard to fathom…just/Leave it to destroy and /I’ll pick up the ruins! ‘ Indeed both ruins and riches are important …If one only goes for riches and ignoring ruins… it is not ‘zero blemish love’… I think during ‘lows’ in love …is dip-stick test is the parameter of pristine love…enjoyed much… Ms. Nivedita UK
You give your heart and soul and it shows in this somewhat sad poem but written with tacked nice poem indeed +++10 regards
A love that imparts vitality Yet hard to fathom…just Leave it to destroy and I’ll pick up the ruins! A beautiful poem, Almedia. Yes, heart and soul both are alive in your true love. The last stanza is just awesome. Regards Naseer
The totality of the emotional palette is wonderful.