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Not so much in the bliss of your love dear

Updated on February 2, 2014


Let my blessing help me remember your smile.

I would dream through my meekness to want you back and say:

“I love you.”

I feel strong to stay away and to stop thinking of you.

Let me flee before I write a poem that is better than a lyrical song.

One way to suffer is not to be with you and mention your life.

My undreamt wistful moments are untamed in my thoughts.

Oh, give me a respectable meaning if I am not the one to love you.

Ache nothing.

You are not dumb of heart to show benevolence.

Or is your heart lacking the rare existence of love to be called dumb of heart?

You are so selfish to let me go without knowing my love.

Once again,

Crying makes me unwell to forgive you.

All I can do is cry.

At what point can I care to milk the matter of hope from facing answers?

Stay strong.

Let there be another day of bliss that can strongly give you love.

I will be happy when you are happy, my dear, my dear love.


Copyright© Shamela 31 / July / 2012.

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    • shalini sharan profile image

      shalini sharan 4 years ago from Delhi

      this is a really touching poem,i loved it

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      shamela 4 years ago

      Dear Shalini ,

      I am happy that you loved my poem.

      Thank you for your kind comment.

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