A Life Of Love

My love for you is like a red, red rose,

It started as a seed but it's grown and grown.

Its roots reach deep down inside of my chest,

And it grows even more with each passing breath.

The delicate petals lay beautiful and pure,

All the doubts that I've had you have since cured.

For all the thorns that this proud rose bears,

They are all softened by the thought of your care.

Soon the rose grows old and withers and dies,

But the love that helped grow it will last for all time.

by Azarok Koraza

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my very dear friend Michael Health sent me this beautiful poem on 23/2/2013 by saying thanking me for an important part of his journey to ithaca. i dont understand what does this poem mean. he ended up his poem by saying yet, you are small but an important part of my life to the journey to Ithaca... thanks for that... love always... Michael. after which i never receive his emails even since this poem. i dont really dont know what does he mean by sending this poem to me. if i am an important part of his journey of ithaca, why he is leaving me behind.... i am so hurt..... without him walking with me in this journey, it's so meaningless.... i love him so much.... i miss him a lot... whenever i look back our email conversations, i just cant stop crying... can someone tell me what does that mean? ? ? ?
Better it last for years, so that when you reach the island you are old, rich with all you have gained on the way, These verses have brought light to my struggle of making sense of living a long life. It is like a parable of life. Ada
beautiful poem I first read it in Zahir....so meaningful!
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