Poem -

To Love You..

To Love You..

To Love you,
I must love me first.
To look at you with no distrust,
I have to trust myself first.
To feel your warmth,
I must reject the cold,
So if I can't be myself,
Then how can I know.
When words are not spoken,
Then it's left for our bodies to communicate.
But if your not even present,
Why try in the beginning to fill that space.
To forsake all others,
For a ghost in the present,
Not even your voice I remember,
Because of the daze I was in,
From the long time I had waited,
To recieve skin to skin connection.
I need communication,
To read situations.
I'm a delicate jewellery box,
Full of passionate gems,
Sprinkled with flowers,
Waiting to be owned by a single eligible gent.........

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Cleo Tomi Olajide

Hi Georgia, lovely write, I loved this lines

"To Love you,
I must love me first.
To look at you with no distrust,
I have to trust myself first.
To feel your warmth,
I must reject the cold,"

Very true indeed. Thanks for sharing. Cheers.

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Georgia Elliott

Hi Cleo Toni Olajide,
Thank you for your kind words. It's my pleasure to share my emotions in this form. I feel content when others can relate,

Have a great day,
Nameste
Georgia

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