Solitude – Unrequited Love’s Paradise

Solitude   Unrequited Loves Paradise long poem

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You are a dream
which can’t ever come true;
You are the horizon,
which can’t ever be touched;
You are the cloud,
which is never meant to rain;


if you stay,
burn me in the fire of passion;
if You go away,
tear my soul apart into pieces;


To stay or go away,
is a question,
I have no answer for;
it’s to be figured out;


In your presence,
I can’t feel stronger,
Hearing your voice,
I can’t bring myself
to ignore it,
Feeling you nearby,
I can’t tell you to leave;


You are a twinkling star,
Which I can stare at longingly,
Never really getting to touch it,
Despite all the love for it,


I have to go away,
Before the fire of passion,
Burns away my love for you;


I don’t want,
The ashes of a love,
Which once
brightened my heart and soul,
I have to stop,
I have to go away;


When encountered with moments
Such as these,
Solitude is what
I seek;
What I need is tenderness all around,
I give myself the gift of solitude profound;


Its solitude that I need in order to be freed;

Freed of you …………………………………………….

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Solitude is the ultimate liberation of thought…Perfectly thought out poem:)


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