The
perennial source of inspiration for poetry has to be love.
- Lost love
- Unrequited love
- Requited love
- Platonic love.....
I write
best on a wave of either longing or loss
Satisfied
with love I must be too busy enjoying it.
So here is
one of my loss- love poems published in Women’s Works Vol 8
Seasonal
Love
It was the
fire in you that held me
until I got
my fingers burnt.
What else
did I expect?
I expected
love
Winter-long
Spring
seeding
Summer
glowing
Autumn
gathering
Winter
hoarding.
You liked
spring
But when we
last met
It was a
winter’s day.
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