There Is One Love
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There Is One Love
There is one love I do not fear. It is the sky And the sea And the light Growing in between. She grows like that sun. The way she rips through me Like a force of nature; In me mountains rise and fall in her name. I must confess I do not deserve her. I must confess I was born the day I met her. It was my baptism: John come to me, Listen to me, “I do not want immortality I want her safe in my fold" Bring me to the surface To breathe again - And from her tears I rose. I could not crucify her, Not for all the souls on Earth. I could not think it Without baring the cross myself. What is this that makes me cry? Is it merely my reflection That draws me in? She is evolving my happiness In ways I could not see And for the first time I am not looking over my shoulder And watching corners I feel I am alive; Learning to live. |
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| i read this the other day but had no time to give it any justice. now i have time... its 3am and i am too sore to sleep but i could too sore to form thoughts too... lets see... She grows like that sun. The way she rips through me Like a force of nature; In me mountains rise and fall in her name. this is GORGEOUS! it really is. the mountains rising and falling in her name makes me think of the biblical idea that faith can move mountains... it makes your girl out to be some kind of deity or power and she is deffinately that in your life... i can tell that plainly  and the way she rips through you... thats glorious... it really is. usually its the wind that rips through people but the idea that its the sun... the warmth and radiance and fierceness of the sun cutting through you... illuminating you... its as if the idea of illumination is somehow carried through to the next stanza with your confession of being undeserving... this really is beautiful. the way you weave in and out of biblical allusion... i dont know... im not a parent but i would imagine [and gather from a) the way you have spoken of Isabella and b) looking at baby photos of me and my brother today and seeing my dad looking at me when hes sposed to be watching my little brother] that once you have children you question how god could possibly have allowed his son to go through all he did on earth [if christ is something you believe in...] it seems it would go against the very fibre of a parents being... ordinary people who find their very being in bringing a life into the world and moulding that life into something extraordinary... this is simply gorgeous and adorable. isabella really is a most lucky daughter and im sure she knows she has the greatest daddy in the world stunning piece marco... stunning! | Posted on 2007-06-24 00:00:00 | by Someones Epiphany | [ Reply to This ] | This is VERY GOOD you write with passion and with a unique voice . The verse | ''She grows like that sun. The way she rips through me Like a force of nature; In me mountains rise and fall in her name.'' is goose bump material...I just love the way you write ABOUT her not TO her...it makes the poem so believable | Posted on 2005-11-11 00:00:00 | by ertha | [ Reply to This ] | The cheeze flows to some unknown ocean... but still... we remain in it. | Sometimes... love just needs to be said with overwhelming color... It needs to be spoken out loud despite the number of mentioned "I love yous" in backyards, overlookings, gondolas, gardens, pool houses, dinner tables (yeah I could go on...) It needs to be said because hearing it allows us the pleasure of rubbing its perfectly curved back... or inviting cheek. Sometimes... it needs to be done like this. Sharp... Loud... and Proud. Because that's what love is. Gracias. | Posted on 2005-11-11 00:00:00 | by ANGELO | [ Reply to This ] | Marco. wow. | so this is what you've been writing without me? it is stunning. She grows like that sun. The way she rips through me Like a force of nature; In me mountains rise and fall in her name. I must confess I do not deserve her. I must confess I was born the day I met her. I could quote the whole poem, but I'll stop myself... I am completely without words here. wow. | Posted on 2005-11-02 00:00:00 | by glasshill | [ Reply to This ] | Ahh... | I could not crucify her, Not for all the souls on Earth. I could not think it Without baring the cross myself. Are you were refferring to the story of when God asked Abraham to sacrifice Issac, and he was silling to do it, and he laid Issac on the table, and raised the knife, but then God sent the sheep instead..? If so, This allusion does work, but it is very , very subtle! You daughter sounds so cherished and loved, she is lucky to have a father with such feelings!] Well, thanks for appreciating my appreciation  ciao bella PEnny | Posted on 2005-11-01 00:00:00 | by barefootangel | [ Reply to This ] | oops | how did wish become "sidh"?.. if you were wondering what that random word was, it was 'wish"... ;Dciao... Penny | Posted on 2005-10-31 00:00:00 | by barefootangel | [ Reply to This ] | This is beautiful.. it is the purest expressin of love that I have ever seen... there is no choice about it, you can't stop me... I think that it must become one of my favourites... | In a sick and twisted world, wherere even love has become perverted by many, this poem seems to be everything that is right about love. I admirethe Biblical references.. John the Baptist, the image that your love is like fire and water, a spiritual cleansing, allowing for the renewal of new life.. also that you would rather bear the cross for her, than see her upon it. I was trying to choose the best part of the poem, but I can't really, I would just end up cutting and pasting the whole thing in... "What is this that makes me cry? Is it merely my reflection That draws me in?" This is beautiful though, to me it seems very thoughtful, as well as perceptive...seeing your reflection in her eyes... seeing the reflection of your love shining out of her eyes... sometimes knowing that someone loves you as much as you love them is astonishing, and unbelievable. You stare into there eyes, and think.. Why me?? What have I done to see my love reflected so?? And you have put this feeling into words that describe it almost to perfection.. that conundrum of love.. I sidh someone would write something like this to me ... but then again, don't we all...ciao bella PEnny | Posted on 2005-10-31 00:00:00 | by barefootangel | [ Reply to This ] | You know, I always thought I wrote really nice love poems. Women swoon over them, fave them, and tell me how good I am. | I read this and realize that I am a rank amateur. Breathtaking. Beautiful. Bravo Be Happy Graeme | Posted on 2005-10-19 00:00:00 | by wewak11 | [ Reply to This ] | This is one of the most beautifully writen crafts on the subject of love. This write was conversed with so much passion. Its not difficult to pick up in this piece, that you trully are smitten by this significant individual. Also this write inspired me and evoked a great deal of genuine love for other things that I hold very dear to my heart. Its like acatalyst to reinforcing that love, nevertheless, I appreciated your strength in articulating your emotions...Your lines were very unique, perhaps I appreciated how you delivered this write...It is really astute...VERY MOVING... | My fav verse "She grows like that sun. The way she rips through me Is like a force of nature; In me mountains rise and fall in her name". The entire piece is so soothing..THANK YOU FOR SHARING...Be happy..Nobantu | Posted on 2005-10-15 00:00:00 | by Nobantu | [ Reply to This ] | |
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