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Love is fleeting;
not promised,
nor permanent.
But if you look for it--
you'll see,
always Present.
*titular Daniel Johnston homage, 1984
Mia J 4d
How could love be a four-letter word but be so complex?
It’s hard to describe because it’s a feeling
you get, no not just for anyone.
They have to be special enough to make your
heartbeat faster.
It has to make your soul cry for that special person.
And the mere thought of that person has to
cause pink butterflies in your butterfly.

Real love, true love is as beautiful as the pink Camellia.
Its light pink hues give off gentleness.
Real love, true love is never forced.
It flows like a river of honey
and blooms in the sun and rain.
The Green is the backbone and the Lover.
The beautiful Pink flowers are the Beloved.
When these two come together, there’s no separating.
Only a real and true love as nature intended.

Real love, true love is like a white Camellia.
It adores the hearts that have combined.
For those two hearts are pure with clear intentions.
There’s no ill-intent.
They waited for nature patiently.
Nature watched as they grew from her roots
and blossomed perfectly for each other.
The energy and vibes are verified by the stars.
When two such flowers become one,
no separation is necessary.
They can only be a real and true love as nature intended.

Real love, true love is as symbolic as the
red Camellia.
Red is the desire, the want that the beating hearts had for so long.
The deep desire that kept their hearts beating.
The red Camellia blooms beautifully as nature
intended it to.
The love that sprouts will be so deep and heartfelt
that it will never end.
It’ll go on for eternity and represent just what
nature wanted it to.

Real love, true love can’t be found so easily.
This love may seem like it’s taking too long
but when it arrives,
bear in mind,
It was never late.

-Mia J
4-15-2020

© 2020 Mia J
This was composed in 2020
"would you still love me if I was a worm"
she asked him
"of course" he replied
"how would you show your love to my worm self"
she inquires
"I would buy you an incubator and fill it up with moist dirt"
"I would feed you every day"
"I would pet your little worm self"
"I would talk to you and tell you what's happening in life"
"I would tell you all the office drama"
"I would keep your incubator on my nightstand so you can sleep next to me at night"
"so, yes, I would love you if you were a worm"
true love looks different for everyone
here's what it looks like for me

good morning and good night texts
listen to me when i can't stop talking
hold me when i can't find the words to express myself
tell dumb jokes to make me laugh
accept me for me
laugh at my dumb jokes
write poems for me
understand that i need lots of cuddles
and that sometimes i can't stand being touched
don't pretend to be normal, be your weird self
dance with me in the rain
love me unconditionally
accept that i am not a boy or girl

if you love me hard and show it
i'll love you hard and show it
hope i find someone like this
Honestly -
If you want to be with me,
Say it whole heartedly.
I don’t want to waste my twenties.
I wrote this poem because guys only like me for superficial reasons. I only want love if it is true or honest.
Head to toe,
All the places, I wish to go,
Exploring every inch of your skin,
Flesh, Heart, Mind and deep within.

North to south, east to west,
in this journey, your whole, my quest.
A passage to the secret chamber,
Will unlock for me, a true lover.

Will crawl through my lips,
With a break at your hips.
Every part of you is a bliss,
I would never want to miss.

Attractive mountains filled with nectar,
The sweetest, I have tasted ever.
In mammary glands, a treasure stored,
nutrition for newborns, un-compared.

A joyful and wildest ride,
To reach & delve in the site you hide.
To get drenched in a river that flows,
Where life evolves and only one knows.

Want to seize, fresh blooming flower,
**** out all the honey, I will devour.
Want to make you feel,
That heaven is for real.

Scrolling, tip to toe, with my touches,
Covering your whole, with my smooches.
For breakfast, lunch and dinner,
My apatite, you are my platter.

Sweat from your warm body,
Beautifully resides, tidy
on your skin, each drop
Like a fresh morning dewdrop.

Providing ultimate pleasure,
With intense pressure,
And my naughty gesture,
Will lead you to heights, I assure.

Up and down I travel,
Every stop is a marvel.
A miraculous place, your navel,
Beneath which, next wonder, another level.

Some time on top,
and at time down I drop.
Emotion's playful game, one on one,
At the end both will win.

I want you to feel me in your nerves,
When I journey through the curves.
Pouring my love without any measure,
Moments together, we shall treasure.

I'll dive into places dark & deepest,
Thoughts of you makes me, a craziest,
Yet an act, sacred and purest,
For soul partners, not for tourists.

Your every touch, Electrifies my veins,
Powers up, propelling the plains.
Heavy Storms and thunders,
Leading to heavy cloudy rains.

My love for you, always pure,
Will retain this forever, I'm sure.
A journey that I want to cherish,
Until the day I perish.

By
Sanji-Paul Arvind
There are no words that can describe
my love to you, a heartfelt vibe
my body shudders with loving daydream
the heart is bursting from lover's esteem.

Nothing can stop me, I'm the wind through the stone
this love excites me, my mind has flown
my smile is a sign, something unique
A lovestruck swan with nothing to seek

Thoughts of you are waves on an endless shore
a rising rose whose beauty I adore
melody that caresses my mind
sweetly played and gets rewind

like birth of a toddler, my love hiss
Heaven's greatest wonder, love of bliss
my mighty love a floral arch
a newly sprung at the end of March

Paints my heart, with blooming scent
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Shambhavi Apr 21
Eyes won't wonder,
If heart finds a home.
Meggi Apr 4
A flower behind the eye
Roots in the skin
Seeking water not spoiled by sweat and tears
The touch of my lover
The softening of thorns for her handling
The shade of branches for her slumbering
I grow gentle in her arms
Under her gaze
I grow further from the ground
Bloom and flourish and shriek for her
A flower behind the eye
Torn from it roots
Settled in a quiet place
Brushed softly behind her ear
Joshua Phelps Mar 30
You found me
in a broken state,

heartbroken,
building up my walls,

classic fight-or-flight,
trauma calling the shots.

I gave up wanting more,
but you came at the right time—

not to save me from myself,
but to show me how to live,
let go,

and let bygones
be bygones.

I couldn’t believe
that someone

would give me
a chance,

but you never
gave up on me,

even when I was
falling through
the cracks.

You showed me what
true love should be,

and I’m never going back.
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