Hope for Bliss


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    Hope for Bliss

    I would tell her what it's like with her, if I could.  It just wouldn't make sense.  Nothing can be said except words with no relevance for an experience that has yet to exist.  Still she says I'm her best friend when she refuses to show it.  Cold turns to lonliness it seems I'm the only one that she wont let in and she acts as if I'm her foe or nemisis as though my sole purpose is to fertilize the soil which gives her misery growth.  How is this so?  Since the get go I've put forth more than emotions but devoted every bit of my soul I laid it all on the table.  Been told before my approach is more than can be handled by most but it's the only way I know never no angles just plain and straight forward see I make more than hope for bliss I slave for the notion of it stray only if evidence shows no acceptance or unless it never is so take note of and know this I'll forever live for another day if the rain never quits I wont ever give in walk away let go or slip nope I'll build until it's hold is endless like the need to breath and oxygen....

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    A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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