Shall I accept your favor without pause,
As summer's sun accepts the moonlit night?
Can love without condition show no cause?
Can lovers love each other in such light?
You place me on a page and keep me there.
"Immortal Words," you say, expect my swoon,
But I am now alive and well right here.
Cold waves will rush hot sands at highest noon
With all the feeling I have here for you.
And can you now just look me in the eye,
(With warmth this season of the sun saysoothes)
And love, too, that I will grow old and die?
For seasons are predictably routine,
and I want Love that grows along with me.
About the Creator
Lisa Love
Deeply impassioned lifelong writer, Cum Laude Honors in an English Degree from U.C.I, fam with a magi and two starseed babes, love angels, God, Prosperity, Gaia, partnership, and healing the Universe by healing myself.
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I want to grow
I want to grow and I’m going to grow. I’m not going to be this version of myself anymore and you won’t know who I become. You won’t talk to her, or be by her side as she goes through life— you won’t know her. Her heart won’t even remember the small moments that’ve clung to it for so long. I’ll watch her embrace a new life that has nothing to do with you, and there won’t be a space waiting like there has been for far too long.
By Aathavi Thanges4 days ago in Psyche
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