Poetry from My Soul
Mementos of My Life

From love I came, With love I lived, my love I shared. When I depart, perhaps you may, With love, remember me someday.

Show Me Love

Come to me, let me look into your eyes, Deep inside, where my destiny lies. Your gaze is warm, like a spring’s embrace, Like water to a flower, it gives me grace. Again, your eyes send me their gentle light, I beg for love’s response, both day and night. But your gaze is silent, no answer gives, As if in your soul, a sacred vow it believes. If you only knew how I long for us to meet, How I yearn for your gaze, its warmth so sweet. I’d give my life to shield it from harm, To lead you into love’s enchanting charm.

Doubt

You are hiding your thoughts in vain. My mind is filled with doubts and pain. Speak your truth, don’t be sly, I’ve been waiting for this day and this time. I beg you, don’t torment my soul, Explain everything, make me whole. Maybe I am much worse than some? Maybe you think I’m just a scamp? Perhaps for another you wait? Perhaps, I am not your truelove? Or maybe you don’t really get, The poems I wrote from my heart. Perhaps we should speak our mind, I’ll accept anything, give me a clue. I am ready to leave it all behind, I’m ready to say, “I love you”.

It Will Pass

If I feel down, I’ll not let tears fall, I’ll turn to friends if they can help at all. They’ll say, “It’ll pass,” but I’ll not forget, My love, my pain, the days we met. Should we meet now, I’ll look away, My heart still aches, my heart still sways. They’ll say, “It’s passed”, but I’ll not forget, My love, my pain, the days we met. In sorrow’s depths, I’ll find joy anew, But my soul whispers, “Don’t let go, it’s true.” I know it’ll pass, but I’ll not forget, My love, my pain, the days we met.

What is Love?

What is love, a gentle lover’s touch, A kiss with the sweetest lips, A hug, so tender, so divine, A tame caress that stops our time, And summons butterflies inside. What is love, but the joy of being there, A feeling of unknown, an undiscovered bliss, A passion and delight when souls embrace, A hint of heaven in the higher place, And pledges made, which make our hearts pulsate. What is love but sharing of the path, A friendship of two souls, two bodies and two minds, Through our journey of the harshest strife, An inner light, Love, comes to life, Leading us to paradise. So, what is love? Love is the energy of life!

Energy of Love, an abstract painting in hot pink, violet and acid yellow with a pale blue diagonal — **Energy of Love** · painting by Inessa Karlik

Mementos of My Life

Seventy-five poems about love, written over a lifetime.

They say Love is blind. It is only when we overcome this blindness, we will understand what true love is!

Buy the book