The Explicit Love

A compilation of words, in the form of a poem, from the heart of a person who left his mortal form and trying to communicate with the love he had.

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The wandering soul :

It was dream of my past;

To feel your ubiquity.

Am living the life now;

Which I never dreamt of.

As the saying goes 'love is blind' ;

It is blind not of its nature.

It is blind not of its forgiveness;

It is blind, because of an pseudonymous pain.

I tried to wipe off your tears;

When you cry in the fire,

Now it's time to reach you;

And feel you in my arms.

I am down inside;

Not feeling the twinge.

Am crying inside;

My tears aren't notified.

My love on you, is like a shiny bright light;

Whose mighty lights the nights.

One admires, one condemns;

The reflection of the light remains

Unaltered.

There exists different names for me;

All I know is only my name.

I may not be seen;

It is my identity.

The only asymmetry I observed is;

When i was breathing, unable to reach you.

Now am not breathing;

Able to reach you, whenever I wish to.

I have no translator, to unambiguous my love on you;

I have no writer, to convert my tears to words.

I have no supernatural power, to take back my mortal form.

All I have is the explicit love on you.