My Paragon

Like those of a harp,
You gently tread over the strings of my heart.
Though I know that you will never love me,
I find it impossible to pull away.

Deceive me,
Lie to me.
Whatever makes you happy;
You look beautiful either way.

Hurt me,
Scar me,
Stop my breathing.
Go on
And bleed me to my death.
I love you anyway,
Although, without a backward glance,
You have left my soul to decay.
I love this pain almost more than I love you...
My paragon, forever in your debt I will lay.



Poetry by Amanda Manmohan
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Written on 2006-04-30 at 20:12

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Zoya Zaidi
omg! such devotion!
You must be of Indian Origin?
Only a Bhrartiya Nari can have such devotion to her beloved!
kidding, sweetheart kidding!
This is a very brilliant piece of work...
The last stage of selfless love...

Bravo dear AMANDA,
Love,xxx, Zoya
2006-05-07



"When iron is rubbed against a magnet it becomes magnetic. Just so, love is caught not taught. One heart ablaze sets another on fire. The Church was built on love; it proves what love can do." When the satisfaction or security of another person becomes as important to one as one's own, then a state of love exist. Love seeks one thing only; the good of the one loved. Love, therefore, is its own reward. Great poem!
2006-05-04


Nalini
as i read along, i can almost feel the pain in those words..that they tug at my heart and remind me of something i felt once
2006-04-30


Kathy Lockhart
Amanda, wonderful piece here. The intensity of your emotions were powerful. : ) kathy
2006-04-30


Lourdes
wow. I can strangely connect with this text.
the hunt, where you are the hunter, but not of choice.. The way it is written is sublime.
wow again. Am not done reading this.
2006-04-30