A love poem for you
This is 'This'
Hello friend,
Congratulations! You found a love poem hidden in the city of Oslo.
My name is Eleanor Flowers, I am a poet and an artist - and this love poem is a gift for you.
This is ‘This’. Sound on - if that’s your thing.
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Love,
Eleanor Flowers 🌻
This
Who could ask for anything more than This?
This bed, this morning, this kiss
I don't know why I didn't get the job, or win the prize, or seal the deal
I don't know why I didn't get the money or the fame
I wonder if I’ll ever be any good at those strange games
But who could ask for anything more than This?
This coffee, this window, this bus ride, that kiss
This is life.
Somebody gets married and somebody dies
Somebody gets lucky at something someone already tried
Somebody becomes unwell
Somebody falls in love
Somebody loses everything gambling on false gods
Somebody goes on hurting and looking for a cure
Someone who never got an answer starts a bloody war
Because they want someone to see them
Because they think there should be more, that it can't be just This
This
Who could ask for anything more than This
This bed, this morning, this kiss
My own warm skin, the sun streaming in
Ah
For so many years I wanted someone else's life
Now all I want to do is make
The most of what's already mine
It isn’t always easy but I choose This
This way not that way
This is how I choose to live.
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