For you, the hapless peruser,
who happens to thumb upon this page,
along a dusty shelf of books.
Was not haphazard at all;
For the page found your thumb
as it was fated to be,
as the effect finds the cause
and the cause finds you.
the heart bleeding reader.
If you would these words for you
then will it so.
for the subjective was never anyone
but the objective was always you,
the sensual stranger,
the romanticizing, lusty lover
who never turned my corner.
Hope and the unrequited love which sparks our lives
For the page found your thumb as it was fated to be, as the effect finds the cause and the cause finds you. the heart bleeding reader. you are my object the sensual stranger. very fine expressions dear poet.. tony
nice.. great.. the last lines surmises it all.. the lover never turned my corner.thanx for sharing this anyone's love poem dear poet...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Encapsulated from the first to the last John. I had to read it a few times, and i noticed the more you read it the better you enjoy it. 'the romanticizing, lusty lover who never turned my corner. ' Excellent my friend. Regards Craig.