(Poésie du jour)
Sentiment d’un
ailleurs
Aimer plus fort qu’un
amour,
Donner toujours à
être mieux,
Tant accidents à mon
histoire,
Savoir aimer ainsi
sans attendre.
Je t’aime plus fort
que moi,
Différence d’amour
entre nous,
Garder la chance d’un
espoir,
Mon âme restant en
des mots.
Aimer sans compter à
une réponse,
Aimer simplement avec
son cœur,
Semer les graines si
apparentes,
Tendresses pour un
cœur maladroit.
Je suis si différent
de vous,
Des mots qui ne
ressemblent à rien,
Des mots écrits sur
des pages,
Pour celui d’une
ombre muette.
Je ne sais pas dire,
je t’aime,
Mon regard vous parle
ainsi,
Je n’ose vous dire à
vos lèvres,
Il n’existe en moi
que des lettres.
Je marche dans cet
embrun,
Voir le bout de ma
vie ainsi,
Cette solitude collée
à ma peau,
Dire que je vous aime
encore.
Edmond NICOLLE
Le 5.01.2018
Auteur est créateur de poésies
depuis 1973
Texte n° 2619
922/5000
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(Poetry of the day)
Feeling of an elsewhere
Love more than a love,
Always give to be better,
So many accidents to my story,
To know how to love without waiting.
I love you stronger than me,
Difference of love between us,
Keep the chance of hope,
My soul staying in words.
To love without counting to an answer,
To simply love with your heart,
Sow the seeds so apparent,
Tendresses for an awkward heart.
I am so different from you,
Words that do not look like anything,
Words written on pages,
For that of a shadow dumb.
I do not know how to say, I love you,
My eyes speak to you,
I dare not tell you to your lips,
There are only letters in me.
I walk in this spray,
See the end of my life well,
This loneliness stuck to my skin,
To say that I still love you.
Edmond NICOLLE
The 5.01.2018
Author is creator of poems since 1973
Text n ° 2619
(Poetry of the day)
Feeling of an elsewhere
Love more than a love,
Always give to be better,
So many accidents to my story,
To know how to love without waiting.
I love you stronger than me,
Difference of love between us,
Keep the chance of hope,
My soul staying in words.
To love without counting to an answer,
To simply love with your heart,
Sow the seeds so apparent,
Tendresses for an awkward heart.
I am so different from you,
Words that do not look like anything,
Words written on pages,
For that of a shadow dumb.
I do not know how to say, I love you,
My eyes speak to you,
I dare not tell you to your lips,
There are only letters in me.
I walk in this spray,
See the end of my life well,
This loneliness stuck to my skin,
To say that I still love you.
Edmond NICOLLE
The 5.01.2018
Author is creator of poems since 1973
Text n ° 2619
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