So much said, with little words. Love. It is one of the biggest mysteries of all human feelings. I didn't read the poem, I felt it. It makes me sad. but not negatively sad. It made me think of my old love. One still haunting me and coming back into my thoughts and dreams. You made me miss her. Poetry is meant to do just that...
I love the beautiful longing in your words, the desire to return again to that place of love and hope. Love doesn't end, it is that we too often leave its shores to try and find life somewhere else.
"If you cannot write well; you cannot think well; if you cannot think well, other's will do your thinking for you."
-Oscar Wilde
Hello all, my name is Emily Svetlana!
I am 30 years old and wo.. more..