The shore begins to nuzzle the waves,
but the waves stop touching the shore.
So, the sunlight asks the waves why,
but the waves only blush and whisper,
"I don't love the shore, honey."
The crimson rose begins to cry
after seeing the butterfly kiss the sunflower at night.
The sunflower refuses to let the butterfly kiss back.
So, the rose felt sad
and whispers, "Come to me,
I will kiss you."
But the butterfly murmurs,
"I belong to the sunflower not you"
The clouds begin to embrace the rainbow,
but the rainbow slowly begins to fade.
The sky asks the rainbow why,
but it only chuckles and says,
"I want to be yours, not the cloud's."
The breeze begins to stroke the crescent moon,
but the moon starts hiding behind the clouds.
The clouds ask the moon why,
but the moon only smiles and says,
"I like you, not the breeze."
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This is a heart-warming and beautiful way in writing true love and the true meaning of belonging to someone, maintaining loyalty. It shows that some things are not meant simply because they don't feel the same with someone else as they do with their person and that's how pure love and happiness are formed in both hearts.
This poem made me smile because it reflects some of our situations. Our connection runs deep with the one we truly love and so much that they're the ones we chose to spend our lifetime with.
Amazing work! I love it!
You are a fine poet
You did a fine job
Writing your poem
Yes you should be proud
Of your daily tasks
It was God that Gave this gift
And that gift is poetry
Don't say that I am not god at it
Because that would be a lie
You are really good at it
And you do a good job writing poetry
Never think about what other's think about you
You should just try to be yourself
I read your poetry
You did a fine job
Writing it
I believe that you
Were born to be a poet
And that is the gift
God gave
Also I am glad that you are
Not wasting the gift God gave
You should be proud of your daily
Achievements
Also you were
Not born by mistake
It was God that made you
In his image
And placed you here
To live on earth
sorry, what i mean to say was, quite good!
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first of all : I absolutely love how this poem is both rhythmic and deep. the words rhyme well , and the lines complement each other . the elements of nature being personified make this poem pretty interesting. the comparisons and dialogues are expressive and engaging as well. it has a smooyh flow. some lines could be more gramatically polished ( for eg ; ' the rose feel sad'). but overall , it was a thoughtful and imaginative poem . keep up the good work !!