I stare out of my window
With the little faith left in me
I berate myself
For even thinking about you.
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Love is a spiritual experience, it can be whimsical and temperamental, coming unannounced and may leave without warning. Hope is a good breakfast but also a bad supper. A lovely piece of poetry nicely penned from the heart. Thanks for sharing. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON.
It pays to hold on to hope, I liked the way you mirrowed what the heart feels
Hope is often an illusion and ifs are always counterproductive, yet we humans persist. Thanks for sharing, Sharma. Peace