i still do
that of my loved ones that is
when the heartbreak is too much to surpass
my memory box takes me by surprise
and i realize . . .
how even death bows down before love
© hülya n. yılmaz, 2.12.2016
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This poem appeared as one of my three poetry contributions for the March 2016 issue of The Year of the Poet III, a monthly international anthology published by Inner Child Press, Ltd. and consists of poems by eighteen writers, with between two and three featured new poets each month.
2 responses to “Before love, even death bows down”
yes . . . death does yield / kneel at Love’s Altar . . . . love it
…doesnt’ it, though? Death DOES become a lowly servant to love. Thank you for stopping by despite your demanding commitments. All love.