Q

True love is a thing with feathers
That grows on your back.

At first it's an itch-
A sore you cannot see,

And then you can feel it,
And it seems a disease-

Only after it's in bloom,
And the full wings are in view-
You will know this to be

True love is a thing with feathers
That grows on your back;
Take to the sky ,
Feel the wind passing by;

For true love means you'll never fall-
Only rise.




Poetry by Sameen
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Written on 2019-07-29 at 15:38

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josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
And we rise as angels when we love another... Nicely done Sameen.
2019-08-01


Coo & Co The PoetBay support member heart!
This is very well written, Sameen. Members of Coo & Co enjoy the progression from feeling itchy to growing wings and finally taking to the skies. It's interesting to travel from discomfort to such exuberance, and we like the note of optimism at the poem's close :>)
2019-07-30