I say I love you
Yet what I offer you is
A facsimile

About Ben Naga

The Spirit that graces me with its passing has no name and stems not from thoughts and words, though it gathers them up as it flows, but from feelings.

Posted on September 16, 2013, in Poetry, Senryu, Writing and tagged , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 6 Comments.

  1. A facsimile? Like anthropomorphism? As in you want to say more than just “I love you” to them but you just end up explaining yourself to them in wordily terms, so they can have some understanding of my heart?


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