Do I know you?
Do I owe you?
We look at each other.
Not in the eyes, but in nothingness.
We are together bound, all year round.
Do I know you?
We look at each other.
Do I owe you?
He does not bother.
We look at each other.
Not in the eyes, but in shyness.
His wealth mutually consumed.
Poor us so greedy at our presence both.
And my addicted admiration,
since I love all subjects,
who are full of the honest knowledge of certain things,
mostly the own learned object,
that made their living
and together with that OUR living
in wealth and luxury,
this is not concerning materialism,
but another ISM like ego-ism.
Since I know wealth, richdom from kidhood constantly.
And his old-fashioned love to the brim,
we are together tied,
all the time a bit horrified, it’s not one-sided,
visa versa all years round bound
These last years, the Lord gave us greatest bless,
we look at each other, the greatest impulse, but our eyes
unclothing languidly,
which is known less.
I can assure you,
not as mean as the rest of mankind,
but there’s a true kind
like in war’s strategy:
untrained soldiers sent to war
and before they know
no much sorrow of their sudden death
don’t you know how that felt?
Their death?
As if you’re bereaved,
and before you’ll know
you’ll get a wreath,
without much sorrow,
on your doormat
it isn’t that bad….
BUT the most important subject
of these all DO I….
is LOVE that matters, yes!
All these death soldiers
or untrained men on war-paths
had been loved by their wives and kids,
these looked like tiny-bits,
that’s bulsh-t,
but in reality, it’s a POST-IT!
Now all that matters here,
is only that I have ever loved you
I have known so many, but I still know
that YOU are the most loved by me
and still, I do....cherish you
that you must know….
© Sylvia Frances Chan
Copyright Protected
Oct 6, 2017
Oct 6, 2017 at 9:36 PM UTC
Do I know you?
Do I owe you?
We look at each other.
Not in the eyes, but in nothingness.
We are together bound, all year round.
Do I know you?
We look at each other.
Do I owe you?
He does not bother.
We look at each other.
Not in the eyes, but in shyness.
His wealth mutually consumed.
Poor us so greedy at our presence both.
And my addicted admiration,
since I love all subjects,
who are full of the honest knowledge of certain things,
mostly the own learned object,
that made their living
and together with that OUR living
in wealth and luxury,
this is not concerning materialism,
but another ISM like ego-ism.
Since I know wealth, richdom from kidhood constantly.
And his old-fashioned love to the brim,
we are together tied,
all the time a bit horrified, it’s not one-sided,
visa versa all years round bound
These last years, the Lord gave us greatest bless,
we look at each other, the greatest impulse, but our eyes
unclothing languidly,
which is known less.
I can assure you,
not as mean as the rest of mankind,
but there’s a true kind
like in war’s strategy:
untrained soldiers sent to war
and before they know
no much sorrow of their sudden death
don’t you know how that felt?
Their death?
As if you’re bereaved,
and before you’ll know
you’ll get a wreath,
without much sorrow,
on your doormat
it isn’t that bad….
BUT the most important subject
of these all DO I….
is LOVE that matters, yes!
All these death soldiers
or untrained men on war-paths
had been loved by their wives and kids,
these looked like tiny-bits,
that’s bulsh-t,
but in reality, it’s a POST-IT!
Now all that matters here,
is only that I have ever loved you
I have known so many, but I still know
that YOU are the most loved by me
and still, I do....cherish you
that you must know….
© Sylvia Frances Chan
Copyright Protected
For the one, I have ever loved most, this poem now I have to post.
I must add, and that you must know, this love for you in me still flows.
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