For the longest time ever
I looked for you.
Then, up to you.
You were all that, that,
So much of it.
Overwhelmed, I wondered
What have I done, to deserve you!
Wrapped close, closer still…
The arms simply wouldn’t let go.
Slowly, I began to look,
Over your shoulder…
Edging out, I began
To look away.
There was much here,
I could not afford.
Why must choice be so costly?
Why. Oh yes, ask away
Smirked my inner voice.
Your heart’s caged,
But, tell me, do you want to be free?
Honestly?
I’m stumped for clarity
On that answer.
Captive or free,
Love, or even what passes for it,
Has hollowed out a niche….
But whenever I look
Why can I not glimpse
The Hallowed Us?
08 April, 2018, Day#8 of #NaPoWriMo, 2018
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A Quest on Overdrive ... :) 
April 9, 2018 at 12:17 am
Hush, dear heart, hollowed out you may be
But hallowed thou art, having a sacred sea
The value of which
Is beyond rich
And cannot be priced e’en by the Holy See!
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April 9, 2018 at 5:48 pm
Gul ❤ Thank you so much! You do see so much!
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April 10, 2018 at 4:24 pm
It isn’t the eyes fault for what the mind can’t see
Nor is it the mind’s fault wishing to be free
But the eyes and the mind will both agree
There’s a certain comfort in a life of captivity.
Lovely. But tell me what’s your plan after April 26th..?😊
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April 12, 2018 at 10:19 am
After 26?! Will I get to 26, I sometimes wonder 😁
Thank you for that faith, and your encouragement, Govind 😊
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