And she would ask me why I write about love.
Is love the only subject I have known?
Why not I write about sparrows and tiger and dove?
Love is love, I tell her, and don’t you moan.
I know very little than love as such.
I think of thoughts and my heart unfold,
Many a tests against me she would hold.
I try to tell her that I love her much.
Keenly I glance at her and I do see:
She thinks not of this man but many a man.
Oh, she thinks of men better than me!
Ah, how do I confess my love for her then?
Copyright © 2012 RAMU DAS
Ramu Das 
First white then red flowers followed by diamonds – simple !! 😀
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Lol… Not giving it a thought any more. But diamonds! Ah, I must write something about diamonds. 😀
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🙂 u already confessed in your verse here!
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An empty page is a poet’s/ writer’s saving grace. 🙂
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That was a really great poem. I sense the feelings from it as I read. Good stuff.
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Thank you! I’m glad that this poem touched you 🙂
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Does love really need a confession? Love is but an attitude,a way of life and therin lies its all pervasiveness…. as it seeps out of every pore, every moment, every pause.
Loved the verse.
Shakti
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Quite so. .. Your comment carries a lot of weight, I’m trying to measure it. Thank you for reading. 🙂
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The only thing I can think of in this scenario… is not to confess, but to work diligently at the romancing 🙂
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Thanks for the comment, Alarna. 🙂
My confusing has eased a little.
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Neat poem! Thanks for stopping by my blog and I look forward to following yours! 🙂
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Thank you! I believe in returning every favor, therefore, I’m more than happy to follow your blog. 🙂
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🙂
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the world is world because of love.
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Absolutely!
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Good Luck Ramu!!
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Thank you!
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Happy new year.jalal
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A very happy new year to you and your family!
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Nice poem… Really liked it…
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