thank you
for being here with me
another 15 years
of our being together
in this home
this house i built for us
thank you for loving
me thank you for bearing
with me,my lapses and
cares, my laughter and
tears, thank you, thank you
for loving me
at noon, at dawn
in the middle of my dark times
of my happy times
and sad times
thank you for opening the door
and keeping my bed warm
thank you for loving me
for being with me all the times
of my life, when all of them
have finally given up on me
you were always there
to welcome and embrace me
thank you for loving me.
thank you.
These are poetic experiments. Man's quest for the poetic element never ceases. He is always caught in the eye of awe. He does not make the rules now. The rules change depending on the emotion that time and space feed him. He must see everything with his wide eyes gaping. The beginning of poetry too, like philosophy is wonder. Look and see. Do not stop wondering You are the poet. And everything is poetry. Wonder. Wander.
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