I simply love her!: A poem

There are statements, there are poems

There are emblems, there are anthems

Only I know the battles I have fought

The wounds with which my soul is fraught

Do I pine for the fragrance, never scented before?

Is it the aphrodisiac within my heart’s core?

I know ambrosia, in my abodes, I have drunk it

I know the aural flame, within which my soul sits

She is the fire, flowing through my soul

And, sometimes, I want none of it; sometimes, the whole

This is the earthly way I play my role

But I love her more than myself; even more than the Supreme can dole

I laugh that we seldom ever talk

I don’t care, if I may get too old to walk

But is unexpressed love laughter? a unique chatter?

I simply love her! What else does matter?

Published by montecyril

Hi, I am Monte Cyril Rodrigues and live in Melbourne, Australia. I am a retired journalist. I have been diagnosed with schizophrenia. I've had voices and visions all my life. I think it is a spiritual experience, my doctors think otherwise. I am a deeply spiritual person and keep having experiences with otherworldly realms.

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