Your love taught me how to grieve,
And for centuries I needed a woman to make me grieve,
I needed a woman
To make me cry on her shoulders like a bird,
I needed a woman to collect my pieces like broken glass.
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Yeah, i think it is the true love that is making you learn so many things. Thanks for sharing such a beautiful poem.
Your love showed me what hallucination is, It taught me how to love you in every little thing, In the bare, autumn trees, In the falling, yellow leafs, In the rain, In every cafeteria in which we drank our black coffee, My lady, your love taught me to sleep in nameless hotels, And to sit by nameless shores, love love love full of love great love 10+++++++++++++++
fine love, thanks, I like it. I invite you to read my poems and comment.
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