The ebb and flow of wishing love
poem by:
Robert Kohlhammer
Written
on Mar 10, 2017
I am only one, but if I were with another As of yet not , so my mind does wander Become of old, to be a bother Suppose I always chance an offer Those of us hope not to suffer The restless search one must proffer kindling to warm thy heart from eerie squalor In gratitude, Would I greet a passing stranger? Friendship squalls break out from lengthy slumber Upon my request for someone to fall in there with me Until I find her, here seems lonely to be My unconditional attendance opens the door for my true absentee.
Tags: love, faith, pain,
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Nicho Mose commented:
excellent, potent, piece.
Robert Kohlhammer
commented:
Thankyou.
Ja Ja
commented:
Words of love and pain
With the hope of one to gain
Thank you.
Stacey Handler
commented:
Nice poem, Robert. Very relatable to me on a personal level. Thank you for sharing.
Christopher Russon
commented:
Lovely poem.Well written.
Delve Deeper
commented:
A very well written piece
