Polarity by Elizabetta

The epitome of every adjective
and all their opposites too
He's enthralling and enigmatic
every contradiction, bringing about every emotion.

Gregariously Reticent
like deafening silence
Bitter Sweet
like a dark bar of chocolate
Passively Impassioned
a glass half-full, ready to overflow
Somberly Sublime
a half smile that lights up the room

My joy, my pain
the soothing sting of a Novocain shot
My motivation, my frustration
I keep ascending, but only as the mountain I'm climbing grows.
My dreams, my nightmares
he's my reason to get up, but thoughts of him won't let me sleep

Every time I see him is much the same
yet daily I am quite amazed
Within minutes, he can make me laugh and cry
yet my feelings never fade.

I often wonder, introspectively
why nothing ever does change
Why I'm constantly drawn to
This unrelenting source of pain

Martin Vann (63.208.40.84) -- Thursday, February 13 2003, 09:03 pm

Knowing what we want & need, but, unable to have it, Oh the pain!
He can smile at you, but it may as well be like asking him, what time is it? He can touch, but never reaches, to consumate the act. He words are magic, he can melt your heart, and once spoken, when its done, he takes each word he gave, all of them back, again.

Leaving you with nothing but the sound of his voice, no trail, no sign at all, except in your heart,
that he ever spoke a word at all.

Elizabetta, you live in a house so large that a pin droped upon the floor, can be heard for hours! Yes, in this house "I" call a tower, you have created a place, a secret place.

There you are, no life do I feel, coming from your private place, only sorrow for knowing what you need, but never having it. Oh, I feel your pain.

I "feel" you have placed your heart in a large, cold and empty room? Why don't you leave, find another? I feel it is because, you want no other. So, with respect, I say to you, one life we have, one heart to give , one heart to share. If, this private place is where you desire to share your love with one who does not care, all I can say is listen, when the pins drops!
I can't belive the sound you hear is you, a shallow echo, but Elizabetta, that's your call!

MartinV

Amy (74.141.19.254) -- Tuesday, May 20 2008, 05:19 am

Amazing
Amazing...I have been looking for a poem...that perfect poem...to sum up my feelings...at last, I have found it! Thank you!!

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