• A Love Poem


      A place in the heart a space in the heart


      even after aeons of waves agains stone

      still remembering what love feels like
      I still believe in love at first sight


      still believe in soul mates and fate

      a hopeless romantic in my heart of hearts
      although a practitioner of the dark arts
      one touch of your fingertips forever imprints


      intense intents within the heart’s starts

      to breathe every breath as belief
      after so long how can I still believe
      in the phantom limb the amputee can perceive


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      Cipher
      Pohms
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      24/30


      Walter and Kristeen
      1 Comment
      • The phantom limb analogy is perfect. Logically we know it’s not there, but our minds, our hearts, our souls still feel it’s there.

        Great work.