Loving you is like,
walking in a hurricane, breeze blowing brass sheets.
Loving you is like
when Aeneas met Dido.
Loving you is like,
pouring too much water into white rice.
Its like,
The sun setting in the West
and rising in the East.
Loving you doesn't make sense,
but neither does this poem.
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Contemplation Upon Hyacinths
RomanceContemplation Upon Hyacinths is a beautifully orchestrated poetry and prose collection by Kambili Hyacinth, CUH is a naive, yet sublime glance into the inner workings of a 20-year-old mind. It tackles many issues young modern women face in society...
