The Myth of LoveA Poem by GwydionAdairA musing on the flawlessness, inscrutability, and divinity we see in those we love.I do not know you, Pretend as I might - Like as I think we are, Linked as I think we are. But I have imagined you here - The soft, sad eyes, The gentle smile In which I read so much. You are the myth of my mind! The story passed down for generations, The hope to which the natives cling In a desperate attempt to understand. To you I credit my joy, my love Though it riseth naturally from my breast; Needing no divine inspiration - Save the Pleasure of your Company. Said the poet, “Nobody knows you; You don’t know yourself. And I, who am half in love with you, What am I in love with? My own imaginings?”
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“Gwydion
Adair” © 2014 GwydionAdairAuthor's Note
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AuthorGwydionAdairEl Valle Verde, VTAboutI am a little strange, a bit overly loquacious, occasionally intense, and far more self-effacing than I sound. more..Writing
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