Weatherman

hello beautiful good evening this is some gorgeous writing and thought I like the idea of your tears watering the lovely seeds inside your inner garden great write ❤️

Fantastic poem and for some reason, I thought of the song, “Save The Last Dance For Me.”

Beautifully penned, PG. Into the book it belongs. A very authentic write my friend. Nicely done. Appreciate you.

Damian

hi,
the lines so simple but too deep in pain, so clear and beautiful thoughts are your words. Its a pleasure for anyone to give life too for a dying heart. But for me i set no limits, limits set me when and what to do, but people say there is limit for any sacrifice, but people expectations, so breadthfully not content by putting limitations on my life.

I want to share one experience, I know it will not help me in anyway, but tried to put forth my sentences because my son said that i dont argue with anyone, and my husband says my silence hurts him and asks me why you dont want to talk to me, so i started to put forward what i want to say…

When someone has given so much, no one dares to thank them, and yet they are still blamed. When impatience grows and you feel you cannot wait any longer, why not return that time to the person who gave it? Still, dissatisfaction lingers. Do you believe you are emotion itself when you speak of emotion?
Satisfaction may come from a single sleep, yet soon another is desired. But for the one who truly enjoyed what was given, there is no need for more. The small four-walled hut, a shelter, now feels suffocating and unworthy. The heart longs instead for openness—for air, for freedom, for the serenity of a restaurant nestled among the star rated.

Sorry PG if i had hurted you, but i said what i felt after reading your lines. I do like to speak but people around me and say i dont need to say anything, even my dad says so, so i feel i cant explain so i let my silence help in gettign them undersatnd.

Thank you,

Your lines moved me deeply, stirring tears that became the very essence of my growth. Those tears strengthened my belief that love is true, and that when love is given sincerely, it always returns to the one who has waited patiently. I would not have been upset when you say you loved me, because now you proved what love truly is—tender, almost childlike in its purity. For him, distance never mattered; what mattered most was me. I feel fortunate that you loved me, that you upheld my promise and kept my belief in love alive.

Now I can say to anyone, to any lover: keep your love precious, and never blame the one you love. I see how he suffers, his body caught between demands, his physique fragile like creamy ice. People ask of him again and again, leaving him no time even for his own mother, who weeps as she sees others misuse his body. He is not a toy. Toys may be found in abundance—in the USA, and now in India too—but he is a human being, deserving of his own life to lead as per his choice and respect because he is married and he is a pride of a family.

I am extremely sorry, my review is so lengthy what should i do to express my thoughts, and people block me and my profile is suspended, how many times and in how many ways i had to explain, please be distance with him and he is my Love, when love has taught so many things to me, and that love will also show the way to protect him too.

Usha Jacob.
I dont mind and doeasnt even bother if you block me or suspend my profile by in force or torture, because i am saving my posts, and gmail is not getting tired to create one more Gmail every time.

When loveliness and sadness combine into one. This poem shines through those teary raindrops. Marvelous piece PG.