Deeply engulfed in
The pain of loneliness
Sinking and choking back
The tears of solitude
There is no comfort
To this pain
There is no pill to take
To put my heartache to rest
There is humility
Buried in suffering
An intimacy experienced
When you really look into you
A diamond you appear to be
But a closer look
You’re flawed like me
Never the less
I choose you
There is a word beyond love
It defines how I feel
For you
I love you
Beyond
Expression :luvv::luvv::luvv:

BEYOND



Deeply engulfed in
The pain of loneliness
Sinking and choking back
The tears of solitude
There is no comfort
To this pain
There is no pill to take
To put my heartache to rest
There is humility
Buried in suffering
An intimacy experienced
When you really look into you
A diamond you appear to be
But a closer look
You’re flawed like me
Never the less
I choose you
There is a word beyond love
It defines how I feel
For you
I love you
Beyond
Expression :luvv::luvv::luvv:




LadyBelle,

This is confirmation that we are but dirty rags compelled to love one another, and some truly understand its profoundness by going Beyond, thanks sweetheart!

Outside of my heart
is a pain from loneliness
hidden under my soul
we both have bath inside
these deeply waters of nowhere
no one to caress my existance
where i suffer most but i saw you
there in sparkles of grain
up closer you was just an image
yet i allowed you inside me
embracing the words of love
which can't be express or compared
yet it's defined by your hands
touch me again !

And I reply........
If I could shape this love
Into mere words
That would be easy enough
To mold my thoughts
So that my meaning
As meaning
BEYOND loving
BEYOND the emotional
There is a place
Deep in the heart
There is a moaning passion
That only the touch of a lover
Could suffice
Love is more than
The sensual caress
More than a tender kiss
Love is opening the heart
And the accepting of imperfection
And loving
In spite of
LoVe

Clyde,
Sometimes we get consumed in the idea of love but lack joy. I wanted to capture the experience of true happiness that is shared beyond love, which is loving inspite of love. Thank you for feeling me.

Upon da river of love
is where i lone to enter
beyond da slitter of love
i vow to vast inside
this place of joyful joy'
where a true lover stay
within da heart
and circle da soul
i stumble at the helms
of such beauty
and wish upon da star
as love defines itself of me
pass sensuality
but at the door step
of da spirit
here's where i got lost
come save me !

Clyde,
Sometimes we get consumed in the idea of love but lack joy. I wanted to capture the experience of true happiness that is shared beyond love, which is loving inspite of love. Thank you for feeling me.





LadyBelle,

Oh no, you are the clear in the clarion call. Now is a good time to explain to you what some of the others know of me, that as a true romanticist, I require a break from reading our poets/poetess,' from time to time.' So, know that during these periods of absence, I'm still here and participating, just not fully, having gotten so full on the feast, do you understand what it is I'm saying? Hit me with a write, if you do! Sounded like James Brown for a minute, huh :).

Clyde, I am just seeing this message so forgive me for responding late. I think I understand what you are saying. Speaking for myself, I love to write about all of my experiences good or bad, romantic or destructive. But too much of anything can be draining on the spirit. Thank you for your honesty.

Clyde, I am just seeing this message so forgive me for responding late. I think I understand what you are saying. Speaking for myself, I love to write about all of my experiences good or bad, romantic or destructive. But too much of anything can be draining on the spirit. Thank you for your honesty.





LadyBelle,

A very sweet person you are to apologize for a late response. Thank you for that. My intent was to not shock you in any way, since you are quite new here. And you seem to fully understand that words are very dear to me, and I tend to take them to heart, rather easily, and overwhelmingly.

They fire me up, so to speak, they become as darts hurled toward the enemy, when in actuality our enemy is invisible. So, when one is already filled with truth, extra becomes overkill, which is to say an over-abunance. Hence, it is the overflow that becomes wasted, not so much as the spirit draining, as you have said.

This is how I see it, and this is how I control it, and that, by taking a break. Your virtue is in recognizing the honesty that is within me, which cannot be taken away from you!

You are a gorgeous Lady, in all respects, and your husband should be very proud to have LadyBelle.