When I realize the extent I let you touch my heart, it makes me cry.
It was that deep, levels of emotions dipping into mariana trenches of soul ties that…
I need to call my pastor.
I do not want a permanence but a taste that may erase the trace of you.
But seedlings of doubt urge me against sampling thine fruits thinking of a future date that will never be.
Yet it does not stop the twirling of butterflies that reach to the eyes like the effect of pollen to a spring allergic.
Yelhispressing 
This is such a lovely poem, yet filled with poignant sadness.
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You described it so right. Sigh.
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Ah, I read those last three lines again! The heart admits the depth of love, and is scared to let go.
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Hmmm. It is interesting how you get deeper insights to a poem based on comments :).
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This was painfully beautiful. Your words moved me.
Here’s hoping you’ll check out my blog too. 🙂
Love and best wishes.
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Thank you Vidishakaushik, sometimes in the midst of beautiful emotiond there are struggles.
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Indeed. But this pain can be a source of strength and I hope you find yours. 🙂
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I appreciate your kind words and I do agree with the strength part.
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You’re dearly welcome. It’s words we cling to in our not-so-bright days.
I wish you peace and happiness.
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Thank you much :).
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