To Be Loved Like A Poet Loves its Poem.

She will touch you with fingers so cold you will wonder why ice wasn’t named after her yet she will set your skin ablaze. She will look at you like art piece. Analyze every crease on your face when you laugh and every grimace when something displeases you.

She will look at you like a path that keeps unfolding and she’s treading blind. Oblivious of what’s to come but woefully expectant of what’s ahead. She will explore you. She will show you what’s its like to be loved as a poet loves its poem.
And believe me, she will love you like a poem.
She’s the type to turn you into poetry.

She will see into your eyes and imagine a thousand stars bursting; into dreams that are made up of all that you are, all that you were and all that you are suppose to be. She will consider you a galaxy with shooting stars and meteor showers.

You will tell her things and she will listen to you. And she will stare at you until you tell her how her gaze is so unnerving. But she’s only looking at you like words that are left unsaid because nobody has been courageous enough to write them down on paper yet. Because those are the words not everybody can imagine writing every day.

So she will love you like a poet but you will have to love her back like a poem; gently, kindly and courageously. For a broken heart might shoot ink into her veins but it will kill a part of her, that she will never be able to recover again.

People like her lose their pieces one by one until one day they find themselves empty. After all there is a reason, why poets die young.

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55 thoughts on “To Be Loved Like A Poet Loves its Poem.

  1. Ren'ee Verona says:

    This was a very charming read. You made it hard to choose a favorite part, but if I had to I think it would be the 3rd stanza.

    ” She will see into your eyes and imagine a thousand stars bursting; into dreams that are made up of all that you are, all that you were and all that you are suppose to be. She will consider you a galaxy with shooting stars and meteor showers. ”

    Very nice write Zee!

    – Ren’ee Verona
    rarityofparadise.com

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  2. Prajakta says:

    Your words hypnotized me, Zee. Then I closed my eyes, and sat back to listen to the song.

    “She will see into your eyes and imagine a thousand stars bursting; into dreams that are made up of all that you are, all that you were and all that you are suppose to be. She will consider you a galaxy with shooting stars and meteor showers.”

    I will be using this in a card I think. Just stunning!

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  3. Himali Shah says:

    but you will have to love her back like a poem; gently, kindly and courageously. For a broken heart might shoot ink into her veins but it will kill a part of her, that she will never be able to recover again.

    Truly touched me. I wish to find someone who loves me this way ! 💖

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  4. plaridel says:

    you continue to impress. this is definitely one of your best.

    anyway, hope you don’t consider it nitpicking, but “a poet loves its poem” doesn’t sound good to my ear. should it be “a poet loves his poem” or a poet loves her poem?” of course, i make this comment as a non-native english speaker, so i could be wrong.

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  5. katiemiafrederick says:

    GreaTest Poem i FeeL and
    SenSe and yeS.. Zee.. KNow
    IS A Peace oF
    MiNd and
    BoDy
    BaLanCinG
    ForcE thaT IS A soUL HeART SpiRiT
    BLiSS CAlm CeNteR eYe oF A Hurricane
    iN WiNdS WitH No LiMiTs oR ExpecTaTioNs
    Total Peace witHin BRinGs aS BReeZE oF FiRe
    PasSioNs WitHiN.. ReST HiGHeR BLoWs PEace StaRTS
    WitH A DancE Ends and BeGiNs WitH A SonG oF LoVE iN Free..
    stART LiVinG WiTH A NeVeR
    EnDinG Story Land
    Book of Life
    afraid
    to
    make
    one mistake..
    NoW aLL the Chaos
    iS BeaUtY aS onLY
    within was is
    truly the
    Chaos
    i made as
    iNK BloT TeST
    oN FiRe CoNTrOL OdE.. NoW
    Thinking about my Father today..
    46 Yrs in Law Enforcement exercising
    James Bond Cool through every day
    of my existence knowing him and never
    knowing him tHeRe.. one thing i do kNoW anD FeeL
    is he was/is human just out of practice iN Words of Love output..
    Value
    of
    Poetry
    iN Words
    caring feeling
    sensing more than ‘fore..
    MoVinG MaKinG tHaT CoNNecTioN
    MoRE CreaTinG WiTh LoVE mY FriEnd..
    what just one poem from him could mean
    but true
    life
    lived
    in his
    eYes too..
    and after i faced
    the breath of Death
    three times i WILL to WiN the gAMe
    oF Love no longer Spectator Sport
    NoW i Dance and SinG..
    LesSon
    oF Death
    three times
    over and a Father
    with few words for his son..
    as finAlly i am NoW ‘that’ Father
    with words that shine on more than
    just
    green
    to blue eYes
    liT UP to SMiLe..
    God took my eyes and
    ears away for 66 months to
    lEarn to BRinG Words aLiVe as SMiLes..
    otherwise
    i would
    have
    likely
    sTiLL
    Been ‘tHat’ oTHeR Father..
    that as the wife Katrina reminds
    rarely spoke for almost two decades at home..
    as you might imagine Zee that’s no longer ‘the’ ‘Fredache’..;)

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  6. Erika Kind says:

    Silent poetry that only perceives and expresses through the perception. Amazing how you conveyed this here, Zee! A lyrical piece of art from the first until the last line. Beautiful, Zee 💖

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  7. trentpmcd says:

    Very beautiful.

    A gift and a curse, seeing with those poet’s eyes and feeling with that poet’s heart.

    Remember that you are also the poem – just momentary words written on fragile paper, yet with the power to last forever

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  8. heavenhappens says:

    Oh my this is wonderful! That phrase,
    For a broken heart might shoot ink into her veins but it will kill a part of her, that she will never be able to recover again, is chilling and I totally understand it. Brilliant.

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  9. The V Pub says:

    My goodness, Zee. This was beautiful! “For a broken heart might shoot ink into her veins but it will kill a part of her, that she will never be able to recover again.”. Simply amazing words, my friend.

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