Primeval My Love For The Woman I Love Poem by Walt Whitman
Primeval My Love For The Woman I Love
PRIMEVAL my love for the woman I love,
O bride! O wife! more resistless, more enduring than I can tell, the
thought of you!
Then separate, as disembodied, the purest born,
The ethereal, the last athletic reality, my consolation,
I ascend--I float in the regions of your love, O man,
O sharer of my roving life.
My love for the woman I love. Simple but clearly expressed. SylvaOnyema Ubq
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4/25/2024 5:54:29 PM # 1.0.0.1119
The ethereal, the last athletic reality, my consolation, I ascend--I float in the regions of your love, O man, O sharer of my roving life... Fine expressions full of love. tony