O Blissful!
O Blissful! Those who hope to rise from this entangled sea of heartyearns.
Who you turn to cannot use you,
But in burning hearts we all take turns.
O Blissful! Those who melt into the silent pool of fire.
Unscathed they drink the searing heat,
And cooling in their veins it takes them higher.
O Blissful! Those who touch the wind with soothing feathers.
Steadily they wield their empty blades
Against harder steels and tougher leathers.
O Blissful! Those who smell the morning dew
And taste the placid sunrays,
Shining on their tongue in different hue.
O Blissful! Those who breathe through seeing eyes,
But love is blind and leaves you breathless,
Drowning in a lake of many lies.
O Blissful! Those who feel the world from deep inside,
Unfurling love for every thing
And raising from the sea so many a tide.
END POEM
A pathetic love poem. Most of us have felt it at some point in life: the bittersweetness.
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