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 Jul 2019 Arthur Vaso
Cmi
I am the  ocean of  your love


Your love flows
in drops

Of my being


Vast and infinite


No island to see


Filled with Joy


Mysteries and Romance


Where We  meet and dance


You are my mountain


Wearing clothes

of Silence


you rise above


Calm, Peaceful
and so deep


Snow  of your love


Merges with me


Melting  from your peak




Come for a swim


I will embrace you


with the waves
of my

loving
emotions


Dive into it


I will keep you
Safe deep within
my seabed


Away from commotions


Finding yourself


In this Depth
of love


You  find
nothing




But yourself

©️Sobbingsoul
 Jul 2019 Arthur Vaso
Cmi
There is a hope
There is a plan
There is a place
For two lovers to embrace
But you and I
No place
No time
No hope
but
only
In Soul
We can hold

©sobbingsoul 2019
 Jul 2019 Arthur Vaso
ryn
Is there love for another?
Much like this?
One's that unconditional,
unrestricted.
One so free...
That skeptical eyes would miss.

The beauty in such a commitment,
can't be quantified in greens or gold.
Unbound by petty materialism...
That jingles and folds.

It's invaluable...
Only to the ones who would see
and acknowledge it.
It's coveted only by those
who fearlessly dare
to embrace it.

So...

Strive for unconditional love.
For it is the greatest gift,
anyone could receive
and bestow.
For it will be the sun
that fires
the beats in your heart.
For it is the abundant glow
cascading...
From the moon's
limitless flow.
 Jun 2019 Arthur Vaso
Mike Essig
What do you suppose
would happen
if ****, Scotland
and Bald ****, Arkansaw
hooked up
in *******, Austria?
Perhaps they would
stop in *****, Canada
for toys and then
pound hard through
*******, Pennsylvania
and go down to
****** Lick, Kentucky
before coming together
in ******, Michigan.

Hopefully, they
would avoid
Conception, Missouri.

The geography
of the absurdly
possible makes
for titillating
journies of fancy.

Let's all meet up in
Eros, Louisiana.

See you there...


mce
:)
 Jun 2019 Arthur Vaso
Lucía
All I remember from my childhood
are screams
and shouts
and endless arguments
and me panicking
and crying
and begging for happiness
and begging for silence.
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