To My Mobile
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
Glancing with infatuated eyes,
My thumping heart would jump,
If you but made a little noise.
Hoarding you at every little chance,
Feeding you when you are down,
Longing not to part for even a second,
Knowing you would not last.
Treating you as a precious treasure,
Touching you with my eyes and hands,
And with all my heart,
Longing to spend forever, but, knowing the reality,
I have no way to preserve my love for you,
Than in this simple verse.
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Pouring Out
Poetry"If your daily life seems poor, do not blame it; blame yourself that you are not poet enough to call forth its riches; for the Creator, there is no poverty." - Rainer Maria Milke Poetry is present everywhere in our day to day life. Everything around...
