True Love Poem by Barry Gifford

True Love



Your sickness made me
a little sick, it's
true—I still
feel it
Mayakovsky got down
on his knees
and declared
his love
to his last
mistress
a few hours after
he'd met her
Remember me
at the hotel
in Paris,
on my knees
in the lift?
We're all the same
men of too much passion
and a little talent—
some a little more
than others
We fool ourselves
into thinking
we're strong
then complain
the rest of our lives
crippled by
the consequences

Thursday, November 20, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: love
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Chirstine Angelica 17 November 2015

Such beautiful emotion expressed with such simplicity..

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M Asim Nehal 31 October 2015

Good write .I enjoyed it.

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Saheb Mohapatra 20 November 2014

a great tribute by a true lover..........i really liked it........thanks

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Barry Gifford

Barry Gifford

Chicago / United States
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