What do we call this feeling
pure happiness and sincere?
Floating away like a cloud
moving away from the crowd
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Love is like the tide, it ebbs, and flows. We must nurture it like a seed, and tend it as it grows. An excellent poem. Tango.
I think you capture a moment perfectly. The moment that infatuation becomes love with all it's pleasure and pain and yes, reality. Well done Joan.
DEAR JOAN.I THINK YOU ARE JUST LIKE ME.PROBLEMS WITH LOVE.AGAIN? ? ? ALWAYS LOVE?
I love this. I can see your heart pouring onto the page. Pure passion and emotion.
Ok.. I am reading through all your feelings and understanding like you cannot believe.... good, get it all out :)
Great poem! God bless all poets-MJG.