Dear Emalie

Sometimes I write to myself.

Who are you to judge me?

But, then again, who am I to judge you

The story is always the same you see

And the ones you looked up to, will throw you away.

You think deep down that you may finally find someone

Someone in which you would risk anything for

Who would surely treasure your soul

But can you honestly agree with yourself now?

A letter I will write to myself

Dear Emalie,

Do you know what is inside?

Can you peer into your core?

Inside your heart, do you understand?

Can you handle the feeling known as love?

Do you understand what I am saying?

Is English the language which it speaks?

Your soul, is it pure and new?

Do you keep any dark enough secrets which would cause an angel to weep?

Within that soul, is there anyone else?

Are you even listening to me?

Sometimes I look into those eyes and see a gaping hole

Yes, that

Do not look up at me with those eyes

I just cannot bare it.

Yes, I know you long for happiness

And I know you are a gentle creature

But you see, Emalie,

Sometimes there is no other half for a person and that human is meant to be alone.

There will never be another half to fill your heart

There will be no lustful bliss

No love

But, you will have strength if you peer past the core. 

Reviews

[Eagle Cruagh]

Dear Emalie,
Inside your heart do you understand, can you handle the feeling of love ?
Or ? A young man who is pure and without experience, can he even
know the meaning of love ?
There will never be another half to fill your heart, no lustful bliss-----
then what ? What will be this ?
Your poem is a beautiful creation, but
I am afraid it contains a few unanswerable questions.
Eagle Cruagh

[NymphetamineDame]

Some of those may be answered at some point in this life. However, I cannot be sure. Thank you for the review.

[soliloquy]

Well written and so heartfelt....

Very romantic and full of love.

This write seems to be trying to convince another person of strong, unending love.

[NymphetamineDame]

These are sorts of things I think of, when I think of 'love.' I've never felt it and have speculation that I never will.

[soliloquy]

ummmmmm....i doubt that.

you will indeed feel that. I am sure of that.

[NymphetamineDame]

Many people tell me that, but I guess I'll see what the future has in store.

[soliloquy]

I am sure of it....you have many gifts

[NymphetamineDame]

Well, thank you mister.