Intangible as the Depths of Time
And
Precarious as the Highest Peak
Love
Whispers of Longed for Rhyme
And
Bliss of which we do not Speak.
In
Mystery that Draws Each Heart
With
Inescapable Allure
Though
We Know it May break us Apart
Love
Is Also the Only Cure.
~Morgan~
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Beautiful Original Artwork by: Ironshod at Deviantart.com


~ Love ~ this!!
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🙂 Thank You 🙂
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Another perfect poem about ‘love’. I really like the lay-out with the one word between each line. Is there a name for that?
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LOL Its called “Made it up off the cuff” 🙂 Although I think I tend to do it more often than I realize. Maybe I should claim it as the Morganette 🙂 LOL
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Thank You, Ever so, By the way 🙂
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the single syllable is indeed intangible and precarous
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difficult to read?
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On the contrary unmistakable
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🙂 Unmistakably me?
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Indeed clearly enigmatic
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Deep.
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I like the poem. But, I must take a light hearted dig…… A dragon??. That is risky love!!!
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That is truly Intangible 🙂 LOL I agree!
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I love the form of this poem, and of course your beautiful words in rhyme.
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Im not sure to be honest what form it is…or if its just one I made up 🙂 But Im very glad its an enjoyable form …PHEW~~~
Blessings of Quiet Peace and Renewal on this Beautiful Earth Day ~
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