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Love is Not Enough (Ramble)*

Posted to Poetry




What happens amongst
quite moments in between
all the faces
and the hours passing by
with a scream?
What occurs when a girl
loves a boy, finally-
and the emotion is returned
without hesitancy?
What name to give the
blankness?
What face to give to
shame?
There is no place
in this place-
No capacious reasoning;
This is what I have
come to believe:
The world is a construct,
Rooted in my veins
is a tableau vivant;
A myriad picture
of a million ways-
And being alone
is all I am doing,
But loving
while trying
to defeat the purpose
of living.