Besa Dede Poems

They call it justly, Love.
For it has no beginning.
It has no end.
Only one thing is undeniably certain.
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In the beginning there was only silence.
From nothingness began to appear the existence.
And from the form, the mortal was designed.
A form-spirit, invented by ideas.
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Words...
Memories,
Broken dreams.
Shared pains of lost loves,
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The sky is playful with the clouds,
He won't deny the love he has.
For he isn't shy to speak his heart
To his beloved betrothed cloud.
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To kill or not the mockingbird?
This is absurd!
Remarked the boy.
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Lust glows slyly in her eyes.
'Your eyes are your soul's mirrors', they say.
I cast a stare inside those clear blue lakes of hers.
What hidden desires sleep deep within you
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I am bewildered by Heart and Mind.

Locked within, these dreams of mine.
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You said "I'll meet you 
On a Sunday afternoon"
Exalted like a happy child, for this encountering I was.
Neatly I brushed my hair
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I often catch a glimpse of sadness in your eyes.
I wonder why?
What makes you cry?
You breathe in and sigh
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An offspring of the sin you were too.
Kindly you smiled
whilst furtively charmed me within this sinful world.
Now I,  the supreme sin's indulgence,
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