To love never lost and yet never fully discovered

To love never lost and yet never fully discovered:

An impending sense of destiny,
Swims beneath your embrace.
That which has been deprived of me,
But the promise never forgotten.

Searching for a sense of calm,
A meager understanding of my intended path;
Whilst lulled into a potentially toxic fantasy.

The promise of affection and praise,
In all of it's pure and animalistic intrigues,
Is mine to pine for,
Until the conditions of life are at their prime.

By chance,
If I have disgraced my purpose;
By choice,
if I have forsaken my credibility;
To find solace in another's embrace,
would be blasphemy.



The notion seems so distant and moot ...

Yet my spirit can not help,
but to yearn for its fruition.

Reviews

[ThackeryBinx]

Wow, that was a very good read to me. I thoroughly enjoyed it. I think it hit me so deep because I seem to feel like I also am still being driven to a love that life has yet to bring to fruition. The way you navigated me through a maze of complex feeling and thoughts makes your a literary captain. There were a few words in there I didn't understand but you made me keep reading and I understood what you were writing. Bravo

[Amanda Worthington]

Wonderfully written and the word choice was intriguing. The tone and the theme was nicely and neatly conveyed. I congratulate you on a beautiful read :)

[Botania]

Your spirit in this piece finds it's way.

[Botania]

The spirit maybe finds it's voice through poetry. Like your title a lot. Can relate.