Eileen Manassian Poet Rhyme

Someone For Me

Will there be someone for me
Who loves me with insanity?
Who wants me, entirely?
Who touches with intensity?

Will there be someone for me?

Will there be someone to kiss?
Who when gone, my kiss will miss?
Someone full of honesty…
Whose love is no travesty...

Will there be someone for me?

I want a love that’s wild and mad
The kind of love devoid of sad
The kind of love that’s, oh, so sweet
That “makes love”  like a tasty treat
That eats up every part of me
And brings to life each fantasy…

Oh tell me, tell me what you see!
Will there be someone for me?

Eileen Manassian

Idealists have it hard....Perfection just doesn't exist. Something to keep in mind! ;)

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Liam Mcdaid December 7, 2014 at 3:25 PM truly very beautiful pen eileen bless you dear friend excellent write

Arthur Vaso December 1, 2014 at 12:07 AM I am so perfect, I came by to read this one again!

Richard Lamoureux November 30, 2014 at 9:39 AM Within true love there is always a bit of sad, it allows the happy to be more appreciated. Arthur Vaso November 30, 2014 at 11:55 PM I couldn't agree more Richard, such wise words.

Jerry T Curtis November 30, 2014 at 5:50 AM Another beautiful poem Eileen. I find love, is like the soup, I's hard to keep up, with so much else to do, but i try,lol

David Meade November 29, 2014 at 8:21 PM Well, I am blessed to have a wonderful marriage and we have hit some of your high points but to tell you the truth . . . my golden retrievers, Duke and Zoe, answers all our questions with a big YES! Just saying . . .

Jan Allison November 29, 2014 at 4:44 PM wonderfully penned Eileen - perfection .... we can have it all in our poetry life - reality is somewhat different L-) Hugs jan xxx

Mama Bear November 29, 2014 at 3:59 PM Some people do experience what you have written. Reality is not always what we dream about but dreams are what makes reality bearable. Wish for you all the dreams to come true. Lovely write and I feel your wants. Hugs Edith

Paul Callus November 29, 2014 at 9:03 AM Perfection does not exist, but we can aspire to be drawn into its aura. Will there be someone for you the way you wish? No doubt...I am sure you already have had lots of satisfaction! Fortunately you can fill in missing pieces by simply picking up a pen....:) hugs // paul

Charmaine Chircop November 29, 2014 at 7:54 AM We all want this Eileen.... I want to love and be loved..in the same way..It really isnt easy..But i think that s what makes love a treasure..Its rare and winding road to find it and then nourish it. Beautiful poem.

Dr. Upma A. Sharma November 29, 2014 at 7:48 AM Yes we can just be pen perfect even if the word itself is far from reality! Loved ur poem a lot n I m sure there is someone for u my dear sweet Eileen! Don't be a perfectionist yaar!

Tim Smith November 29, 2014 at 6:28 AM This is my type of love as well Eileen.... How can we not want this?....To hold her hand while she holds my heart... Hugs Tim Eileen Manassian November 29, 2014 at 6:31 AM :) Yes....we can make everything seem perfect in writing, can't we? ;) Lovely post.

Justin Bordner November 29, 2014 at 4:17 AM There is someone destin for your heart, a man who will worship the art of your passion, whom shall bolster the warmth of your body with touch brought from the truest obsession...idealist are artists of love and must learn to become heros of fortune...I like the oracle quality to this poem, the rhyme compliments beautifully the desire of your soul Eileen...J.A.B. Eileen Manassian November 29, 2014 at 6:10 AM Mine are words of affirmation, and touch. The other 3 languages are quality time, gifts, and acts of service. Perhaps this is my real trouble...I interpret things according to MY love languages. That leads to trouble. What could be more beautiful than touch and words of affirmation? ANWAY, my dear...my time has come and gone...The kind of love of which you write...I wish it for my dearest daughter. Thanks for the lovely visit. Hugs Eileen Manassian November 29, 2014 at 6:08 AM Ah....you always have the most beautiful words to say, Justin. Love goes through different phases, I guess...or else, there is no love like this. That is why we writers write....Utopian dreams...Then there is real life. Love has many languages....Gary Chapman has written a book entitled, The five languages of love....

Dorian Petersen Potter November 29, 2014 at 12:39 AM Very nice write Eileen! Kind of hard, but I really hope you find someone like that one day, that makes you very happy. A 7 from me! : ) Love and hugs! xxx D. Eileen Manassian November 29, 2014 at 6:39 AM Thanks, Dorian. Nice of you to visit. This kind of love is what movies and novels and poems are made of. ;) Then there is the real thing that has to do with responsibilities and commitments and sacrifice. Glad you found something to your liking.

Arthur Vaso November 29, 2014 at 12:14 AM Ummmm, I am perfect, didn't you know? I thought I was wrong once, but I was mistaken! This poem? Well this is also perfection!!!! Hugs Eileen Manassian November 29, 2014 at 6:51 AM Why thank you, Arthur. Perfection, are you? Hmmmmm....Well, I really will have to take your word on that, now won't I? Thanks for reading, liking, and teasing me. Hugs