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Shroud My Spirit
Love, as ideal as it seems,
Consumes, through it’s endless fire,
Crash and Burn my endless desire,
Laugh: and mock me even though in my humility, I reign…..
For conquired am I, through your cruel pain.
Though desperate I sometimes be,
The ideal of Love ever changes,
to make a better sweeter me,
Let the beauty of my love
Only – my gown and garment be.
Blessed be
Dilani Diva
Powerful poem.
Hey Dilani
I thought this was very good.
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That’s a really good poem! Does the ideal of love ever change? I hope so because when it does crash and burn, I would like it to rise and shine at some point. Sometimes love is really confusing. I have to occasionally tell myself that when it seems like love is running out, it’s just an illusion set by my limitations of understanding and growth because love is limitless. Anyway: This is a fine poem, indeed!!! Thanks for sharing, Dilani.
Best wishes as always!!!!
Christopher