:)

[bliss279]

Hey babe... remember Poetry Thursday??

SONNET XXV / PABLO NERUDA

Before I loved you, Love, nothing was my own:           
I wavered through the streets, among objects:    
nothing mattered or had a name:
the world was made of air, which waited.

I knew rooms full of ashes,
tunnels where the moon lived,
rough warehouses that growled get lost,
questions

Comments

[junquegrrl]

do ya love ALL of us, or was this meant for one particular "babe"?
either way, it's a lovely, lovely poem :-)

[bliss279]

Lol, well I do love all of you but that was for a specific person :) We both love Pablo Neruda.