You do not understand
The depth of my feelings
Or even how deep
I’d run within you
Only an ocean could
Know this vastness
You do not understand
The depth of my feelings
Or even how deep
I’d run within you
Only an ocean could
Know this vastness
A flexible form
made up of lines
no poet should revise
Never restricted
by rhyme or set tradition
like the haiku or the ghazal
You are free
to roam the rules
versed in syllables
unmeasurable by meter
a visual display of alliteration
Something like an ode
with limitless stanzas
your beauty is reminiscent
of a sonnet or villanelle
I could become myself
in your rhythmic pattern and refrains
reading you everyday and in every way
translating you into a thousand laments until
You were my poem:
EPIC
EROTIC
EVERYTHING
Newer Formula
Love = Unconditional [Empathy + Friendship (± √Romance)]Everlasting
Older Formulas
1. Love = [Inner Beauty + Self-knowledge + Reflection]Mind + (Honesty × Compassion × Loyalty)Trust + (Cooperation × Continuity) − Hatred (Emotional + Physical)
2. Love = Inner Beauty of Mind + Self-knowledge of Mind + Reflection of Mind + Honesty-Compassion-Loyalty of Trust + Cooperative Continuity – Emotional Hatred + Physical Hatred
3. Love = Inner Beauty of Mind + Cooperative (Trust + Continuity) – Hatred
These are my ever-changing love formulas, but what is your love formula? I’d loved for you to share!
He only loves you
From the bottom of his heart
I’ll love you from the top-down
He only wants to live in a home
I want to live in the clouds
The true dwelling place of lovers
He only wants you
For who you were
I want you for who you are and
Who you’ll become
You’re only a number to him
A one or maybe less
But I love you like the numerical value of pi
You’re only his sweet
His honey, some dessert
But you are my nourishment
He only wants to be your king
I want you to be my queen
He only asked
For your hand
I’m asking for your whole body
Even the invisible parts
My word is goddess It's not an invitation But a prophecy
Inspired by Folk, Blues, Psychedelic Rock, Krautrock, Electronica, Punk, Industrial, and Noise Rock I make music alone and with friends since 1998.
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