Re: Flowers of love

[EMAIL PROTECTED] (IB Shambat) wrote in message news:<[EMAIL PROTECTED]>...
> The flowers of love
> that you gave to me
> have blossomed, have blossomed
> and under the flaming sky
> and in the impalpable sunlight
> pieces of me
> percolated from far edges of the universe
> and together merged into love.
> for when I say
> that I love 
> the meaning is this:
> that my heart is fire.
> that my mouth is parched.
> that my hands are full of bruises.
> that my eyes burn holes in the walls.
> Love me.
> Love me like cloud loves lightning
> Love me like tenderness loves intensity
> Love me like galaxy loves the quasar
> Love me like orchid loves rain.
> Feel my fire
> Running through you
> Feel my fire
> Without end or beginning
> Feel my fire
> As I burn for you
> Feel my fire
> Feel my fire.
> We can't be together
> But I burn for you
> You love me from afar
> But I burn for you
> There are miles between us
> But I burn for you
> But I burn for you day and night.
> The flowers of love
> Can be seen sometimes in meadows
> Sometimes in vases
> And sometimes near people's gravestones
> And sometimes someone would water them
> Hoping to keep them around for a while. 
> So do not mind me
> No, do not mind me
> As I water
> The flowers 
> Of love
> That you gave to me
> With something extraordinary
> With something red and viscous 
> With something that carries nutrients
> With the very blood
> Of
> My 
> Heart.
> 
Was this "thing" constructed with some sort of goofy, bad Hemmingway
software that more or less generates bad poems which are even worse
than what passes for good poems? Forgive the oxymoron here.

Thank you for considering my coments. (Mother Cabrini)