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lovers' choice

If, in the heat of the day,
you come to me,
I will say no.
If, on a night such as this,
which has no meaning,
yet must go on,
you come to me,
I will say no.
If, in a moment of hesitation,
the truth is bared,
and unbeknownst to you,
you come in a shroud of lies,
I will say no.
If, in a gentle embrace,
sweet words dripping
from your hardened lips,
where sits wisdom
borne of a practical existence,
you come to me,
I will say no.
I have given much.
Love needs to be loved too.
I must say no.

Comments

  1. GodofweirdthingsApril 12, 2010 at 4:36 AM

    No is a big word my friend.... Negative yet a bit too positive..... Nice one.... Crispy yet dense....

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  2. ground zeroApril 12, 2010 at 4:44 AM

    i love the line 'love needs to be loved too'. Not much of an admirer of poetry but this one sounded good.

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  3. Aditya IengarAugust 31, 2010 at 4:57 AM

    Thank you! Sometimes, a random phrase pops into your mind, and you realise that it's exactly what you feel, in your own life. That's what happened...

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