“I searched for you in the forest– in every trace of sky and soil, in every space of rest and soul. I searched for you along the highway, in every city, in every valley, in every place I stepped in and every door I walked out. I searched for you in my dreams– in every bliss, in every storm, in every wish, in every hope. I searched for you in my thoughts, in every text, in every chord, in every breath, in every song. I searched for you in these verses; in every rhyme, in every word, in every smile, in every poem. I searched for you.” LoveRomanceLongingIntuitionMysticismBelongingLove PoemQuest For Love Author:Becky M.R.
“I searched for you in this valley– in every ray of sun, in every drop of water. In every purple song, in every sunset mourning. I searched for you in imagined kiss– in every word I couldn’t invent, in every touch I can’t resist. I searched for you at midnight; in every star I looked upon, in every dream, desire and storm. I searched for you right here; in every touch that I keep inventing, in every word I keep repeating. I searched for you.” RomanceLongingBelongingLove PoemMystical ExperienceQuest For Love Author:Becky M.R.
“We are given this hope – we are give this promise. A promise to a brand new night of moonlight sonata. The hope to an enduring, cheering and nurturing dawn joined by brand new chapters written under the care and witness of thirteen thousand five hundred and sixty-five piles of ancient stars, long trips, old books, new dreams, long kiss and fairy tales – laid under the protective smiles and strong arms of thirteen miles of these old and wise olive trees.” MysticismIntuitiveLove PoemLove PoetryAnalogyLove And HopeSpanish Love Author:Becky M.R.
“You were my beloved lacrimarium, my purgatoryx, a red light candle night; a wide lost room in our love's dimension. You were the sunlight reflected upon the moon's eyes, the zephyr of dawn that fell down so conscious. You were my broken unguentarium, a paradox, my funerary and my resurrection. You were the sword and the wound; I was the pain and its sorrow. You were my beloved lacrimarium; once a funereal monody - now my heart's unguentarium and this eternal melody.” LoveLove PoemLove PoemsAthensMonodyIntuitive PoetryLacrimarium Author:Becky M.R.