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Whenever LOVE is lost
We get melancholic
The longing & pain is unbearable
Our heart aches for our beloved
We feel like someone has
Cut our chest open and
Served our heart on display
For the worldly vultures to devour

In those times the
Melancholic BLUES
Are very hard to hide
When it happens to me
I pour my sorrow out
To my soul-mate
In form of poetry
and long letters
With a hope that one day
My LOVE - words will
Reach my BELOVEDz

 May 2016 Purab
Julie Grenness
Here I am, captive to your charms,
Dreaming of embracing in your arms,
Enslaved by sweet addiction,
Gazing at a ceiling of satiation,
Slaking our thirsts of timeless fire,
of each other we never seem to tire,
Captured by the love light in your eyes,
Laughs together, no sad sighs,
Is this compatibility? I ask,
Is loving you a futile task,
or is it  our mutual delight,
Like years of endless nights,
I reflect on a man and romance,
I share in your endless dance,
Dreaming of embracing in your arms,
So, here  I am, captive to your charms.
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She meditated long at the red satin,
Determined, settled for a slender leather corset,
Her contours defined her..
Or at least that's what the society adds to our definitions... A slender tiny-waisted sculpted body. While health is a necessity, many without a tiny waist are healthy as well. As a result, most women chase this optimum body and in the mad chase lose themselves..both physically and mentally..
I am famed by celestial love,
Disdained by mortal affection...
I am often enquired about the true meaning of my name. Where I come from it's a synonym of the moon, I could not find more expressive emotions than these. It is partly based on the myths surrounding the moon goddess and her affairs, partly my own existence.
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