What Right Have You? Comments

(Forgive me Miss LALITHA IYER, I mistakenly deleted my poem and your comment, please bear with me if I post your comment again instead.. Such a beautiful comment shouldn't go unread... I am deeply humbled madam.. Thank You so much) *************************************************************************************** Wow what an excellent write..............really you have superbly conveyed both the message and meaningfulness of the second wife or second love or the state of any female who loves a man and thinks that his writings are about her, but they belong to some teenage romantic flame, .who he loved when he was 14...................superb.............I just adore your style, charm, carrying out rhythm, rhyme and all beautiful message about loving another lady's husband or another girl's romantic flame..................very very excellent poem....................but life is like that you see.............your message will land nowhere..............because we all fall in love as a continuity of previous births............we also hate people as a continuity.................tears and pain and agony of seeing not seeing...........are part of life...................................very very beautiful lines, with beautiful message...............excellently written.....................amaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaazing..........................now you cannot walk back in life...........life is meant to be walked ahead, if the ways are tempting or full of thorns or if the person you love or think you love or think he loves you or any way you find affectionate charming and handsome and think what he writes is about you only but he writes about his teenage flame.................that being so..................let it be so.............you are short lived..............you are going to die soon................enjoy the last days of life just falling in love and feeling the pangs of love.............though foolish...........enjoy the foolishness..............now what is there.....................it is an empty bubble..........life is..............the moments have to be spent....................so think all around are your own lovers and they are waiting just for you...............all love poets write only about you...............after all you are just a consciousness..............that's all................whats in a skin...........a body..........it is made of ashes, ashes to ashes.........it will go............finally you are nothing but a sacred, sentiment, .............now what if he loves somebody..................you love only his love feeling.............what if he dies............still you love the old love poems of Keats and Byron and think of yourself placed as heroine in the poems of Tennyson........................when you see films you become the heroine................so taking objectively................even if a man is writing poems about his teenage flame.................and he does not even cares for you.................it really is not that hard...................we should live and learn should cry and sob and weep and give way to our dissappointments.............then grow then love again then cry and weep then love again this process should go on.................to keep us alive...................thanks for sharing such a wonderful writing....................this is the most favourite of all poems I have read till date in my life.............thank you...........you are really a Good Smith...................... 12/2/2016 2: 22: 00 AM