Where love lives... where love remains

Where Breeze Sing.. Sings Song of Love...........where breezeS sing.....I think would be better here? .........................................sing songs of love You On the Throne.....you on your throne? Or.... you sit on your throne .....Smug is a little amusing? Overwhelmed By My Site............................camp site., or my sight.....a slightly odd way of saying it. You Walked Towards Me in Delight I Shy & Numb… In Delight............................................repetition of delight...hmm? Out of the World...........I might say ...out of this world Out of the Site....................................and out of sight (not site) Hand In Hands................no S on the hand= hand in hand We Reached In The World.................drop the 'in'.....just ' the world' Where Love Live..................liveS Where Love Remains Where I Remain… ShePra.. Take away the dots after lines they are not needed. I only put them here because this SITE makes the words run straight after your making it muddled to read. The use of capitals here and there for emphasis is an old fashioned 18th C way of writing things, you can use them at the beginning of the lines but even there they are no longer necessary, just the first word is enough, but as to punctuation, you had better ask the expert Nina for help there, if you feel you need any. Oh just lovely wishing you that world ShePra, from Ann of Norway

Namste, I enjoy Your India, Your Ecstasy for I have made it mine, she said smugly. Smiles, ~A "There are very few human beings who receive the truth, complete and staggering, by instant illumination. Most of them acquire it fragment by fragment, on a small scale, by successive developments, cellularly, like a laborious mosaic." Anais Nin

I loved this poem, it possesses an almost scriptural beauty. Vivid in its descriptive power, it seduces the heart of the reader to go where he has gone before, and know what he has known before only in the time and place he has been most happy, most in love with the world. An extremely accomplished poem, deserves to be published and read by many. I hope it will be. Respects Dalton.

The SMUG must go Shepra, it doesn't have the dignity of the flower as the rest is so delightful this word must go too. Then it will be worth the stars falling to please you. Love from Ann of Norway

You have led me to the lake of your beautiful poem. Thank you This has great understanding of the soul in it. Seabhac

Ann of Norway Like the Indian friend of my friend, he was going to tell us of the butterfly, and as all fell silent he stopped and said could someone turn of the tap dripping in the kitchen, and then in the total silence...... the magic mysteriously real and tangible, of his rendition of the life of a butterfly, was so very beautifully expressed in mime that the man was a butterfly and all souls met in the mosaic of its wings, now bodiless and free. Ah YES we humans CAN FLY we too. No? Universal love to you Shepra and all who commented here, Ann.