Invisible Being Comments

Love is like the pink cloud showering love from above and all around. We cannot see it but it is there. When a mother kisses her child or lover they know how it feels. +++10 Robert

Hi, Rini! Your line, The aches which is enjoyed grabs my attention. It’s true, and it’s a paradox. Why do we enjoy it? I ask myself. I think it’s because it shows us another reality, gives us a different lens to see it. And having experienced it, it stays with us as a possibility. I wonder, Rini, do you really think that only few can have it? -Glen

Beautiful poem Rini! You have expressed everything in line 3,4 & 5......I vote it with a 10

You are right. Love is invisible and can only be felt. Those who can feel are fortunate. Nice drop.

Like the wetness of mist which is felt on your cheeks But when you try to touch It's beyond your reach. Beautiful poem Rini.100

This is a very deep and heartfelt poem.

Like the wetness of mist which is felt on your cheeks But when you try to touch It's beyond your reach.......yearning for a love which gives pleasure.......... thank u dear poetess. tony

Indian time now about 8 pm They are busy eating their bhoj-puris I am fully free at noon in USA: Before they come here and applaud - 'well penned, wonderful, delightful' poem is this, I applaud wah! wah! wow! wow! what this love ache is, hard to define and yet it is the wetness of the mist. Only of mist? None else? ;)