Unspoken Words
My love for you
Is pure from heart
No expectation
No demand
To have you
My love for you
Is like a shadow
of moon, in a lake
Thousand miles away
At night, just wish to see
My love for you
Is my madness
Perhaps I wont tell you
Even you will never realise
How much I love you
Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.
Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| What do I name you? | 0 | 05/29/2011 |
| Silent Love | 0 | 01/11/2010 |
| Unspoken Words | 0 | 08/17/2009 |
| A Broken Heart | 2 | 08/02/2009 |
| Bond of brother and sister | 0 | 04/15/2009 |
| Women Day | 1 | 03/08/2009 |
| I won't say sorry | 0 | 03/07/2009 |
| I wont say u sorry | 1 | 03/07/2009 |
| To My Dad..... | 3 | 03/03/2009 |
| Once upon a time..... | 1 | 03/02/2009 |
| Once upon a time.... | 5 | 03/02/2009 |
| I Love U | 3 | 03/02/2009 |
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