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impossible beleif
November 2009 
Love is an inside job
Posted on Apr 10th, 2009
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Shanti
Shanti
Your memory sings inside my heart,
your smile graces my own lips
tasting the pleasure in regret of what we didn't dare
contrasted against this reality of what must be.
The light in your eyes consumes me Still
slow burns colour my cheeks with desire
because I felt you
and chanced that you might truly see.
I laugh because in you I found myself again
and I don't know why
I hold this secret closer
than the skin that holds my body in.
My move is on the inside
where I open up my soul to you
impossible as belief, "I want"
or maybe you don't know and feel this too.
Regardless, this is enough,
that Love sweeps through me.
No acting out could make it more real
because no matter what we do (or don't) Love IS.
I love you most and far to much;
as I have to, reason meaningless,
surrendering into sweet fire to hold you
Loving this like I always do.
your smile graces my own lips
tasting the pleasure in regret of what we didn't dare
contrasted against this reality of what must be.
The light in your eyes consumes me Still
slow burns colour my cheeks with desire
because I felt you
and chanced that you might truly see.
I laugh because in you I found myself again
and I don't know why
I hold this secret closer
than the skin that holds my body in.
My move is on the inside
where I open up my soul to you
impossible as belief, "I want"
or maybe you don't know and feel this too.
Regardless, this is enough,
that Love sweeps through me.
No acting out could make it more real
because no matter what we do (or don't) Love IS.
I love you most and far to much;
as I have to, reason meaningless,
surrendering into sweet fire to hold you
Loving this like I always do.
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nothing more inner, nothing more powerful, stops you in your tracks when you least expect it… wonderful poem
Thanks Nicole. Love is the greatest mystery, I can only surrender to it's sweet will.
Whoa how can one resist this spell of love? Very beautiful Shanti.
I'm glad you can see resistance is futile Dear Reyji-San, Love conquers all in the end. This divine play is not over yet though, and sometimes (even) I myself forget :)
Ah, indeed. “Love is an inside job” Now that I know this, everything else falls neatly into place.
Awesome title, masterpiece poem. You're a fountain of fragrant words, Shanti, our Sweet Poetess!!!
It's like we kinda have to drown in the stuff till we realize we've been swimming in it all along!
Lol, I agree.
Love and Hugs dear Shanti, your words are always a reflection of your beautiful self. This poem is just dreamy!
Shanti, this is beautiful! Your writing is always a delight to come visit :) Hugs my friend.