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immigration, love hurts, sorrow, truth,
Remembering this night of our last touch,
when nothing is between us we should know,
in love with loving you, and just how much
I wonder where in time do such nights go?
Forbidden like a box all sealed up tight,
or like the burning Zeus refused to share
with mortals such as we, and on this night,
Pandora's box is opened everywhere,
you are, this night, my first and only love
and always shall remain this part of me,
created from the earth and waters of
our night when Aphrodite let it to be.
And I am more than blessed for loving you
illegal though you are, it's what l do.
©ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet
immigration, innocence, loss, love,
Oh love, why is it by your touch our soul's happiness withers away?
Why do you corrupt our innocent hearts with your love?
Our innocence is lost, our carefree days are over.
You enslave us with chimerical hopes
and make us suffer the loneliness of reality.
depression, desire, feelings, first love, freedom, how i feel, image, imagination, immigration, innocence, mystery, sweet, symbolism, teenage, thanksgiving, together, trust,
Allow me another moment,
A moment in your nostalgia,
The moment that stretches to eternity.
Allow me another mile,
A mile by your side,
The mile that transcends the dead-end.
angst, betrayal, deep, emotions, heart, heartbreak, heartbroken, hurt, immigration, loss, love, metaphor, places, sad love,
I left my heart in Thessaloniki;
I left my love by the Aegean Sea.
What in the world,
what in the world,
is happenin' to me?
city, culture, cute love, home, immigration, new york, urban,
A stranger bumped into me
He never said sorry, neither did I
It's New York rush hour
immigration, love, woman,
This Indian doll is a lot like their cuisine.
Hot and spicy in the mouth, she surely is mean!
That’s the sensation I get whenever we kiss.
No western women I know can measure up to this!
This sweetheart is full of sugar and spice.
She is both sweet and hot, and everything nice.
To find her, I didn’t have to go to Mumbai or Calcutta.
She makes her present home right here in America.
I consider this Indian doll a wonderful dish.
Getting her attention was my number one wish.
flower, immigration, love, nature,
Ensue the view of morning dew
In beauties beau that cries for you
The sprinkled sprew cries in two
As the morning dew lies for you
Blossoms blow in nightly kiss,
loving's glow when hearts we miss,
For art thou love and art thou thine?
She is but love and therein mine
Caressing cue in sky-lit blue
In eternal dreams I long for you
Dancing dew's red poured petal
Glancing pew as pollens soared settle
We kiss and caress in a suffused glow
Our love will fluoresce with the infused blow
Beauty weeps but it shall grow;
Ask the heart for thou shalt know
desire, dream, emotions, freedom, humanity, immigration, love,
Where morning is new
And so is its grace,
Oh my lover! Let's go to that place,
Where people are strangers,
And so are we,
Where no one asks our happiness,
Nor care for our grieve,
Where neither priests preach,
Nor kazis do teach,
Where neither mosques make noise,
Nor temples show-off pride,
Where neither exist caste-creeds',
No existence of any minister,
Emperor nor beggar,
Where bloomed garden is found,
With heart of man kind,
You be the fragrance of flowers,
I shallbe the gentle wind,
Oh my lover! Let's fly to that place,
Where day is new and so is its grace,
Oh my lover! Let's fly to that place....."July 4, 2016
emotions, fantasy, feelings, imagery, immigration, love,
Blue skies are bruised purple,
as a storm approaches me.
And the Gods evoke thunder,
furious at what they see.
I’ll not cower to their rage,
to do so would be tragic.
For love grows even stronger,
when it’s rooted in magic.
Warping my reality,
I pulled you through a portal.
And as myth morphed into real,
a mermaid was made mortal.
With the heat of passion's flame,
hope forged flesh onto bone.
And fashioned a fantasy,
so I’ll never be alone.
I conjured you from a dream
and yet my love remains true.
For neither heaven nor hell
has claim to my soul like you.
emotions, feelings, hope, immigration, love hurts, youth,
Youth seldom question if love is true
desperate to ignite passion’s first flame.
For their need to belong outweighs their fears
a desire so strong it's hard to ignore.
Those blinded by the bright aura of love
shun all reason when darkness zeros in.
For the dazzling prospects of make-believe
conceal reality and nightmare screams.
Doubt dissects happiness attacking love
as confusion helps tear your world apart.
And your heart bares the scars of betrayal
inflicted by white lies stripped of luster.
The truth that love offers is troublesome
debatably more to shun than embrace.
Yet just under the surface of mistrust
hope resonates, within a wounded heart.
deep, immigration, lost, love, magic, poems, write,
My words are incoherent
but emotions -- all tender;
My soul is encapsulated
and thoughts are shackled.
When it rain, hear;
the sound of thunder ...
where my heart surrender
I drowned in verses
and read you like phrases
bluring the boundaries,
of imagination and reality
poem -- I fabricated.
immigration, love, poetry,
If I fall in love with you
Would you love me too.
Would you be mine and only mine
For I do not like to share.
Would you hold my hand while walking on the beach.
Would your kisses be like the way I always wish.
Would we take long showers together
Like been under a water fall.
Would we have romantic dinners together
And never eat alone ever.
Would we make love of passion
Slow and tinder and appreciate each other
And wake up in the morning in each other's arms
Like a dream come true, for your the one I've been wishing for.