_ Love And Death_ Comments

With baited breath uphold me, Close to thine breast and press it, A song of love will pour from me to thine, We will flow with time and with same pain of living, Life is a dream with no fulfilment, Come and hold meonto thine arms, My lazy being, sick of love

A refined poetic imagination, Prabir. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.

A beautiful on love. Amazing outpouring of feelings. Thanks for sharing.

If we are born then we have to die sad but true, it's what we do inbetween that counts. A great poem.