Strange Lover Poem by kanav justa

Strange Lover

Rating: 5.0


He never bought her roses
Never said she was sweet
No gifts to delight her
No fine lines to greet
Never said the words he wanted to say
He loved his lover in strange own his way

No promise he gave her
For scare might they break
Though seldom they strolled near
The woods by the lake

Fought now and then at the time
When he missed her
In thoughts he would hug her
And sometimes he kissed her
In grasslands of lovers he was so naive
He loved his lover in strange own his way

He knew he was awful
But still he was thinking
Beneath the wane moon
He was slowly sinking
Seeking for answers why she was away
He loved his lover in strange own his way

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Valerie Dohren 02 June 2013

Many men are unable to express themselves, which is a shame as it so often leads to misunderstandings and broken relationships.

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Shahzia Batool 29 May 2013

Rebels are also human beings.aren't they?

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Captain Cur 28 May 2013

We all love in strange ways, but we use the fiction of flowers, cards and niceties to express that which is difficult, if not impossible to express. Well thought our poem. I am all about nice when I am not plundering. Crap, the first three numbers on the submit came up 666. I am sending anyway, wish me luck.

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Ruby Mostazir 27 May 2013

it migth be a 1 sided love....1 sided love is always painful. lines are so touchy.....

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Saadat Tahir 26 May 2013

A page out of Alberto Moravia-like twisted he/she relationships a common enough phenomenon, not often seen expressed poetically, kudos for this effort. highlights and underlines such a hugely important issue, it is so often swept under the heavy stifling carpet of tradition and hyped up unseemliness. Contextually rich and intriguing nice....liked

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Divya Gupta 02 November 2013

It reminded me my strange love..strange bt great 1..

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Neetha Sasidharan 21 August 2013

nice and strange poem.....lyked it for its strangness......kp going....

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Patricia Grantham 05 June 2013

Even though his love was strange beneath that exterior lied a love that was true. Some people really don't know how to express love. He only drove her away by not expressing that love. Love comes to us and we throw it all away. Please read my poem Love Scorned, Love Forlorned Enjoyed it.

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Farah Ilyas 05 June 2013

sincerity of love demands only happiness of her/his beloved, nothing else..he is pure by heart in his love, may be... He knew he was awful But still he was thinking Beneath the wane moon He was slowly sinking Seeking for answers why she was away He loved his lover in strange own his way..heart rendered lines

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Chandra Thiagarajan 04 June 2013

A love so unresponsive is really strange!

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