Wednesday, September 5, 2012

In Love...

I cannot dole out
The epitome
...of Being

Love cannot be measured, divided
Withheld or extolled portions

Therefore it is impossible
To love you
…only a little

Intention falls by the wayside
A useless garment your arms

The filament of flesh
Becomes bearable
...after all



  1. Yuriy: How can the thronging words make such an effigy of emotions - Amazed am I.

  2. Yes it will always be thus...Word's ever-enchanting allure in the thrill of the spill!


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