love, the new piano <br />tuned to give that edge <br />in tone and sound <br />since you appeared, <br />my feelings has trailed, <br />hit new scales <br />mired sometimes <br />but always inching towards <br />the sublime notes <br />your warmth <br />appears to be tangible <br />and envelops me <br />through the night <br />the day dawns to <br />dissolve the night's passion <br />with promise <br />of another another day <br />of adventure - with love <br />love, john keats <br />immerses the world <br />in his newly <br />discovered selves <br />love, <br />the rain, sea, blooms <br />and autumn leaves <br />in a frenzy <br />to help carve <br />a poetic soul <br /> <br />inspired by <br /> <br />Love <br />Love What's wrong with you, with us, <br />what's happening to us? <br />Ah our love is a harsh cord <br />that binds us wounding us <br />and if we want <br />to leave our wound, <br />to separate, <br />it makes a new knot for us and condemns us <br />to drain our blood and burn together. <br />What's wrong with you? I look at you <br />and I find nothing in you but two eyes <br />like all eyes, a mouth <br />lost among a thousand mouths that I have kissed, more beautiful, <br />a body just like those that have slipped <br />beneath my body without leaving any memory. <br />And how empty you went through the world <br />like a wheat-colored jar <br />without air, without sound, without substance! <br />I vainly sought in you <br />depth for my arms <br />that dig, without cease, beneath the earth: <br />beneath your skin, beneath your eyes, <br />nothing, beneath your double breast scarcely <br />raised a current of crystalline order <br />that does not know why it flows singing. <br />Why, why, why, my love, why? <br />Pablo Neruda<br /><br />john tiong chunghoo<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/love-123/
