Sunday Musings: Williamsji Maveli

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Sunday Musings:   By Williamsji

Sunday, 29 th   June, 2014

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My Sunday Day Greetings to COSMOFUNNEL Administration, to all authors, artistes and viewers

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SYNOPSIS: This is my weekend writing column for a review of a poem from a selected author. This Column is being titled as " Sunday Musings " with a view to feature an in-depth analysis of  any one of the poems from the previous weeks winning nominations, selected by me at random to avoid the elaborate review or comment postings  by me in the usual comments column.Poetess Denise Coulson is a new-comer for COSMO and her poems starts with love and romance.

However, I shall plan this column in such a way to accommodate almost all style of poems by all poets and poetess of COSMOFUNNEL, which I hope will give more room for encouragement and inspirations to write. The poems selected are purely from my own liking and discretion and has nothing to do with the ratings, voting and nomination aspects. Hope, readers will understand my view point and enjoy my writing. My views and interpretations in this column are purely my own observations, and it has nothing to do with the personal life of the author of the poem.  I am eager to read your feed-backs.  The  poem which  I have taken-up for this Sunday Musings is this poem written by Poetess  Denise Coulson on 23rd June

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All about you.

By Denise Coulson

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Nobody else could love you quite the way I do,

(It is possible to love someone who doesn’t love you back. It’s not a full love, it doesn’t have a whole lot of depth, but it’s still there within your heart.)

The way the light is always bright upon you,

( The light is the love in this case. People always say that you have to love yourself before anyone else can love you but that’s not really true. You can be loved even if you hate yourself. It’s just not going to be healthy. It’s not going to be the best kind of love.)

With my eyes always fixated on you,

putting out your flaws like a flame the way they pour out from you,

(Eyes ate the windows to the soul of love. Keep that window opened)

I want to be the water to ease you when you get too hot.

( This depiction is excellent. You will never love someone quite the same way you do the first time.)

Wrap my arms around that body of yours when it's fragile and you think your losing plot.

( This line is highly romantic. It’s a beautiful moment when you realize you are someone who’s worth loving.)

keeping you tall when your on the ground, just by showing you I'll always be around.
As I say nobody else will love you quite the way I do.
Only the way I want to.
Only the ways I can do.

(Everyone wants to be loved. Everyone wants to rely on someone. For a lot of people,. Love is the reason why they made most of their meanings in their life-book)

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Love has nothing to do with what you are expecting to get, only with what you are expecting to give, which is everything. The purpose of human life, no matter who is controlling it, is to love whoever is around to be loved. What is love but acceptance of the other, whatever he or she  is in  any state or condition.

Love is like a fever which comes and goes quite in parallel of the will. There are no age limits for love. Love can change a person the way a parent can change a baby — uncomfortably, and often with a great deal of mess. Love is kind of like when you see a fog in the morning, when you wake up before the sun comes out. It’s just a little while, and then it burns away… Love is a fog that burns with the first daylight of reality. Love is a natural force. When we try to control it, it destroys us. When we try to imprison it, it enslaves us. When we try to understand it, it leaves us feeling lost and confused.

Love does not begin and end the way we seem to think it does. Love is a battle, love is a war; love is a growing up. Love does not consist of gazing at each other, but in looking outward together in the same direction.

Dear Poetess  Denise Coulson, Please accept my congratulation for sharing your romantic lines for COSMO viewers. Good luck and God Bless

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WILLIAMSJI MAVELI