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Do you look where you Fall
When you fall in Love –
To miss someone is Such a shame
A bold claim; by the Extensions of
Words showing their action – what is
The extent of Love?

The obsession of a lover is a Disease
Love sickness, Smitten cheeks, knees in
The weak, but by the End of a week, my
Taste for love, has become me Devouring
Your image.

To that extent, my Love is just
Passions of the flesh; flesh falls short to Death
Words fall short to Language barriers –
Body language has Shaky bones
        But still, we all seem to fall.

Flying in falling
Softly snow, five blue pigeons
And a white pigeon.  

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© poormansdreams

the sweet scent of flowers
grazes the finely thinned hairs of a lover
while a butterfly flits in their stomach ready
to tie that uncomfortable knot…

                               she has fallen in love.

Greek heroes fall
Down and down again.
Years of glory,
Birthdays, family
Gone in a
single push
in a single
sun-burnt wing.

Will you fall tomorrow
As well?

Falling is scary. You give up safety. Security. Except sometimes, you don't.
Like when you fall back
to a simpler time.
Or falling in love. Falling on your bed.
Or falling in line.
I guess what I'm saying is...
sometimes, it's okay to fall.

It’s not that I fell for you and slowly got to know you
I didn’t go deeper

I am in deep
I know all of you
And now I love you

Once upon a time,
In a Nordic country,
As winter approached,
I fell in love with a snowman,
Not caring about his freezing heart.
But I knew we wouldn’t last until the end of the season.

Do you have feelings, snowman?
Your tears are snowflakes,
Your heart of crystal,
Your feelings as unstable as snow.
Don’t come any closer, for my intensity will make you melt.

I don’t want to cause a fusion of ice and fire,
Between opposite extremes:
Passion versus coldness,
Love versus indifference,
Emotion versus reason.

Ah, my snowman,
I’m like the sun that burns and raises the temperature,
Removing winter and bringing spring.
We’re from different cycles,
Voracious and vibrant.
The warmth of my soul has melted you.
Heat and cold are finite,
Reflecting, lost in my loneliness during this frosty period.

Fire and ice can meet,
But their warmth and cold dissipate with time,
Complementary forces,
But not belonging to the same space or season.