I Loved A Man

I Loved A Man short poem

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In the budding days of youth
In the spring time of growing mind
While dreaming of being a Woman
I loved a Man

Question do I pose myself
Why did I love him?
Thousand times answer echoes
It was his heart!
Heart that nurtured respect for women
I loved a Man

Respect as the essence,
Emerged a fine sapling
Fresh green, laden with love
Nurtured he, passionately as a Man can do
I loved a Man

A fresh river his love was
Pure, pacing at high speed
Towards the great Ocean
Ocean of love, love for humanity
I loved a Man

He gave me some water of love
And I thus pass it to others
His ever growing love
And me giving it to many
Goes on and on forever
Until we reach the Ocean
I loved a Man

He is to me and
I am to him
Lending each other water of love
Shall move on and on
Taking many along
To reach the Ocean
A flawless, great ocean
I loved a Man

I love him today,
I love him tomorrow
I love him forever..
I do love a Man!

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Abhaya Diwakar

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For some, life is a search for truth. That's the struggle in their life. For me, I have found the truth. My struggle is to stand by it.
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Preeti
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Loved your poem:)

Kavita Jain
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very beautiful share i loved a man specially for love for all and love to grow I loved a man nice

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