Sukmawati Komala Poet Dramatic Monologue

The Language of Love

Come love
Please come 
Fill my desire

I’ll  beg for your present
till  you apprear
with  your sweetest  fragrant

anchor in my heart
with  your language

beautiful language

the language of love

let me
learn 
your romantic art

in sharing the joys
and appreciating  the griefs

life is about
knitting happiness and sorrow
into a blanket
of heart and soul

in sorrow
I understand
the value of a smile
and the priceless of a laugh

and in happiness
teach me much
how to care 
the value 
of each teardrop

~ (c) Sukmawati Komala
12 june 2013

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Poet Destroyer A November 26, 2013 at 11:56 PM Sukmawait, Thank you for spreading and sharing your kindness. You know me I’ will always enjoy stopping by with love and support, no matter if I do not Understand what I am reading at times. I am very grateful and thankful to all who have been supportive of me one way or another. Your heartfelt words are the main attraction of who you are… Thanks for your inspiring visit. ----- Happy Thanksgiving ~ LINDA

Shirley Candy July 8, 2013 at 8:12 AM Amazing poem..I love the scene you created here...Salam kenal mba Sukma :)) ~shirley

Ravi Sathasivam July 1, 2013 at 5:45 AM Excellent. Well penned. Enjoyed. Tfs

Johnny Rhinem June 27, 2013 at 1:42 PM Ps., I Love The Scene, Tis So Beautiful! ~ Wanting To Thank You Lovely Lady, For Your Warm Kind Visit; 'Wonderful!' ~ Have A Very Beautiful Day Filled With Love ~ Love, John

Wilma Neels June 27, 2013 at 1:36 PM Wow Sukma, this is a beauty. So many of your lines jump out at me as favorites. Thank you for the pop in on my side of the world my friend. Love & hugs Wilma

Eileen Manassian June 27, 2013 at 12:18 AM Hello, my dear...this is very honest and sincere...my favorite part was the analogy to the comfort of a blanket....warmth and safety! Thanks for visiting my work! Hugs!!!

Johnny Rhinem June 26, 2013 at 10:43 AM `The Language Of Love ? It's Got To Be Eternal * Tears Have Their Reasons In This Age Called Time ? Yet As The Sands Atop The Shores They Shall One Day Forever Wash Away, Into The Sea Of Never Was ~ I Surely Have Shed My Fair Share As Countless Others Across Time Within This Life, Beautiful Girl! And As The Psalmist Said, `If We Have No Hope Beyound This Place, Then, We Are Most Miserable Thus, Let Us Eat Drink And Be Merry, For Tomorrow We Shall Die. So Wipe Away Your Tears, For I Have Beheld The Great Beyound ~ Love, John