A poem before lovers' union. (Original Poem)
I have yet to fall in love with him
Heard his voice once
Like sweet opium would cure me of my addictions
I have yet to feel his intimate soft presence
I have yet to trace his edgy jaws and wrists
I have yet to drench myself in his warmth
Am I in love with him?
Not yet.
There is more to come
And
It will grip me and thrash me in the pool of fire
It will take me to a road
I have never been before
I will be in love with him
And I am scared of that.
The anticipation of a lovers' union is a beautiful thing. I really like your 'opium' reference, and find the repetition of the word 'yet' very poetic; you emphasise the nature of what is 'yet' to happen, yet describe the experience as if you were reminiscing on a past relationship. The destruction of the concept of time, at least from my interpretation, makes love seem like the very mysterious, exciting, and also complex phenomenon it is. Thank you!
Thank you so much for your review. I appreciate that.
Yes, love is mysterious and is powerful in imaginations.
You are welcome! :) It's a dimension of its own, a realm in which many people dwell, yet not all manage to find their place there.
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