Love has been nothing but a test; poetry on suicide would though never rest!
Dreams and Love: A Short Happy Note
All dreams rarely come true, but still dreams are best for humans to find goals, charms, and inspiration. And certainly, dreams are great for lovers. In fact, dreams are for true lovers, just like indulgence in hope!
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A Short Story: Poetry About Suicide
Set in beautiful France, this poetry on suicide given below offers a glimpse when someone is lucky enough to find true love.
The person starts dreaming and making future assumptions and narrations. However, fate can be cruel.
Just when you start thinking that everything is fine enough, there are hiccups and blocks. Some are lucky to break them off, while others are at the receiving end.
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Below poetry dealing with love and suicide is about a young man who is close to having the perfect affair.
This is the first part of the suicide poem, where you will find some insights into the mind of the young man. Of course, the scene is set near a fountain overlooking the Eiffel Tower in France.
So read with love.
I Know What You Did Near the Eiffel Tower: Poetry on Suicide
Last I saw you drinking love near a fountain with soft pink hands;
Strangely enough, the cold of winter made more beautiful hands;
The shade of Eiffel tower across your face,
The shiny loose lace of shoe acclaimed grace;
It mustn’t be some random act of love, I thought,
A beautiful black evening gown, I had so brought;
Thinking you would be my bride so soon,
My mind agile and my heart on the Moon;
A beautiful life, I had a fantastic dream,
Wow! Just Wow! I would often scream;
O God! This can’t be true, yet it was so true,
Many faces of dreams and effects did accrue;
The bangle would dance,
Flowers indulged in romance;
Was it a fairy dream, I had my doubt,
No it wasn’t was my conscience about;
The rainbow would merrily smile and then fade,
So often, I had dug my garden with a spade;
What on Earth was this all about,
Love! Love! Love! Without a doubt;
Rain would drench me in sunshine,
So sure by the pool like pure wine;
It was the most beautiful moment of my life,
You were to become mine, like a trophy wife,
All then,
All when,
Last I saw you drinking love near a fountain with soft pink hands;
Strangely enough, the cold of winter made more beautiful hands!
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Hope you liked this first part of Poetry on Suicide: A Test of Love! We promise to bring the second part soon where the things tear apart.
Until then, adios!
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