Everything you do,
everything I say
is suspended in the layers
of admiration and disbelief.
What I feel lies somewhere between
“the love that is” and “the love that cannot be”.
This place,
where my uncertain feelings live,
here you will find my many graves
and here I will die again.
Not because your love can’t save me,
but because I doubt every heart
that holds me too dear,
I want to run away from this love
that is ready to die with me.
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The lines, “No because your love can’t save me / but because I doubt every heart / that hold me too dear” is very striking and powerful. Wonderful poem, Nayana!
Thanks a lot 🙂 😀
This is so deeply beautiful and powerful.
Thank you so much 🙂 😀
Wow that is a very moving poem – I especially was caught by this line – “where my uncertain feelings live,
here you will find my many graves
and here I will die again.”
Really glad that you liked it 🙂
Thank you 🙂
Very evocative poem!
Thank you 🙂😊
Nayana the lines,
‘This place,
where my uncertain feelings live,
here you will find my many graves
and here I will die again.’ say it all. This poem is hauntingly beautiful.
Really glad that you liked it 🙂
Thank you so much, means a lot 🙂