With our mouth we measured our love
from head to toe and inside out.
And now we find our love doesn't resist
to a few words wispered by our mouths...
This is just a joke; but I do find it sad when love poems begin to be written with the mind and not the heart.
Laura
Very short indeed
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To Laura
Love cannot be measured by the tongue
only from the heart
and only when the mind and body depart
Georges
only from the heart
and only when the mind and body depart
Georges
I am a right bad ass, dankish prince and I love my Violet to bits.
To Georges:
We hold hands with our minds,
kiss with our hearts
and talk with our bodies.
That's love for me.
I don't like excluding any part of me when it's about love. I wrote that little poem for a love which was deep and honest-but missed the connection between minds-and made me bored and frustrated; and now I'm trying not to fall into a love which has no body-and it's beautiful, but makes me cold. But, I'm running out of topic...
Laura
We hold hands with our minds,
kiss with our hearts
and talk with our bodies.
That's love for me.
I don't like excluding any part of me when it's about love. I wrote that little poem for a love which was deep and honest-but missed the connection between minds-and made me bored and frustrated; and now I'm trying not to fall into a love which has no body-and it's beautiful, but makes me cold. But, I'm running out of topic...
Laura