love, the new piano
tuned to give that edge
in tone and sound
since you appeared,
my feelings has trailed,
hit new scales
mired sometimes
but always inching towards
the sublime notes
your warmth
appears to be tangible
and envelops me
through the night
the day dawns to
dissolve the night's passion
with promise
of another another day
of adventure - with love
love, john keats
immerses the world
in his newly
discovered selves
love,
the rain, sea, blooms
and autumn leaves
in a frenzy
to help carve
a poetic soul

inspired by

Love
Love What's wrong with you, with us,
what's happening to us?
Ah our love is a harsh cord
that binds us wounding us
and if we want
to leave our wound,
to separate,
it makes a new knot for us and condemns us
to drain our blood and burn together.
What's wrong with you? I look at you
and I find nothing in you but two eyes
like all eyes, a mouth
lost among a thousand mouths that I have kissed, more beautiful,
a body just like those that have slipped
beneath my body without leaving any memory.
And how empty you went through the world
like a wheat-colored jar
without air, without sound, without substance!
I vainly sought in you
depth for my arms
that dig, without cease, beneath the earth:
beneath your skin, beneath your eyes,
nothing, beneath your double breast scarcely
raised a current of crystalline order
that does not know why it flows singing.
Why, why, why, my love, why?
Pablo Neruda

john tiong chunghoo

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