Eileen Manassian Poet Free verse

How Could You Know

How could you know?
How could you possibly understand?
My heart yearns…
My heart burns…
Famished and fainting
Waiting….
For a glance
For a word
Written by your hand
No, you can’t understand

How could you?
Intensity is unknown to you
Emotions so raw
So demanding
Emption so deep
That it could swallow
The Mariana Trench
And not be satisfied
How could you understand?

Ah…what’s the use?
As much as I want you
To the same degree
Of mad obsession…
I pity you….
For what is life
Without being lost
Crushed and tossed
In the tempestuous sea
Your breath knocked out
Your body dipped and churning
In the liquid ecstasy
Of realized fantasy!

How could you understand?
These surges
These relentless urges
The pulling and tugging
The coaxing to swell
Of the moon of my heart
On the tide of your body?
For I cannot reveal
What I feel
How could you know?

I pity you…
Yes, and yet I adore you
I could crash over you
Render you senseless
I could please you
Make you breathless
I could possess you
Make you defenseless
Once you've tasted me
I guarantee
You’ll give up here and now
And fast forward to eternity

How could you understand?
How could you possibly know?
My love’s constant flow
The passion I cannot show

How…oh how could you know!

Eileen Manassian Ghali

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Timothy Hicks June 21, 2013 at 12:41 AM Not entirely sure what Drake means by subtle. It seemed quite passionate to me! This just goes to show that our own personal bubbles gotta be popped now and then. So that we may KNOW even if in the smallest ways... powerful is a word that comes to mind when i read this. Eileen Manassian June 21, 2013 at 1:52 AM Powerful is good. I like powerful! I'm POWER MAD!!! Naw...just teasing. I think Drake wasn't referring to the passion of the poem, but rather to the inspiration behind it....We never can really know what inspired a poet though we can guess at the inner meanings. People often tried to relate Shakespeare's work to specific events in his life...but you can never be absolutely sure the person it refers to, yea...I'm Shakespeare. HA HA!

Arthur Vaso June 20, 2013 at 9:39 PM I am starting to think people are stealing my "wows" LOL loved it Eileen Manassian June 21, 2013 at 1:48 AM Steal them back, is what I say! Thanks for the visit, Arthur! :) Hope all is well!

Poet Tacito June 17, 2013 at 2:22 PM You're so.......subtle. ;-) This was a tremendous declaration!!!!!!! Eileen Manassian June 18, 2013 at 2:09 AM Drake...whatever do you mean? ;) Thanks for the visit and post! :)

Painted Hunter June 17, 2013 at 12:31 PM Wowza!...You are red-hot, Eileen. That kind of passion could kill a man....;) Love the poem! Eileen Manassian June 17, 2013 at 12:48 PM :) Oh Caleb....what a sweet post! :) Hugs!

Heather Ober June 17, 2013 at 8:49 AM My, my! The passion here is INTENSE! I'm imagining your pen catching on fire as you wrote this one! Fabulous write, my friend :) Eileen Manassian June 17, 2013 at 9:56 AM Heather....pretty AND smart. Boy...aren't you the fortunate one! ;) Hugs sweetie! Thanks for the visit!

Richard Lamoureux June 17, 2013 at 7:40 AM Good morning Eileen. Hugs Rick Eileen Manassian June 17, 2013 at 9:56 AM It's afternoon here, Richard! Right back at ya! Thanks for the greeting. Brought me a smile.

Richard D Seal June 16, 2013 at 8:27 AM If he doesn't know he must be stupid lol. Tell me his name and I'll have a word lol. Very intense write my little Desert Orchid, Another thought, maybe you're not trying hard enough lol. Take care, Richard Eileen Manassian June 18, 2013 at 2:10 AM At least we aren't like men who are in a constant state of DENIAL......what say you to that, Mr Seal? ;) Ah....you must admit....I usually get the upper hand with you, don't I? Richard D Seal June 17, 2013 at 10:14 AM I am fine thank you Mrs Ghali. No I did not expect a confession. It's a well known fact women are in a constant state of innocence eeeeerrrrrrrrrr lol Eileen Manassian June 17, 2013 at 9:59 AM Mr Seal....How art thou??? Thanks for coming to my rescue....You are the sly one...trying to get me to confess, eh? No....a poem is a mystery....sweet and enigmatic! Thanks for the visit. :)

Nette Onclaud June 16, 2013 at 3:26 AM wow.. an intense write with such beautifully worded plea...love the mystery of it all, eileen.. :) hugggs Eileen Manassian June 17, 2013 at 10:00 AM Thanks, Nette! Your visit brings me joy! :) Love the HUGGGGGGGSSSSSSS!

Kash Poet June 16, 2013 at 1:53 AM Very passionate poem here Eileen!Enjoyed very much.Thanks for visiting my poem page. Eileen Manassian June 17, 2013 at 10:01 AM My pleasure, Kash. You are an amazing poet!

Mustapha Mohammed June 15, 2013 at 10:56 PM What soulful write Eileen.I like the emotions in this one.Well penned! Eileen Manassian June 17, 2013 at 10:02 AM Thanks, Mustapha! Oh my...I get such a kick out of saying your name! :) Finally...I know a Mustapha.

Skat A June 15, 2013 at 5:29 PM Thank you for taking me far in to your poem. how could they know? maybe you should stop hiding the love. and expose it. enjoyed. SKAT Eileen Manassian June 17, 2013 at 10:05 AM Thanks, my dear SKAT! Glad you took this little trip with me! Thanks for the advice!

Richard Lamoureux June 15, 2013 at 3:39 PM Very passionate indeed. The question mark on my response was suppose to be an exclamation mark. I can see how it would be confusing. Eileen Manassian June 17, 2013 at 10:06 AM Yup....that's me...passionate indeed! ;) Thanks for the explanation. Glad to know!

Andrea Dietrich June 15, 2013 at 2:48 PM wow, very passionate and heart felt. Is it real? This unquenchable love? I used to feel this way for someone! long long ago. Love this. Eileen Manassian June 17, 2013 at 9:55 AM Andrea...thanks for the visit! :) Is it real???? Well, every poem has a bit of reality and a lot of imagination! :) Thanks for the visit, my dear. Hugs!

Anne-Lise Andresen June 15, 2013 at 11:34 AM - Beautiful poem, Eileen - Love has many languages. - oxox / / Anne-Lise :) Eileen Manassian June 15, 2013 at 11:36 AM Thanks, my sweet Anne Lise....Sometimes it is nice just to let imagination take you somewhere and let the words flow...That's what happened here. A simple thought and I embellished it! Thanks for the visit! Hugs!