love poem- hoshi

Agape

I gave you
one hundred seventy two thousand and eight hundred
but you shrivelled and died
before I could even give you a name.

If I were asked for a word 
that could hold the love I gave you
the word would go as far back as Homer:
agape
one word, eternal
just like the dawn you stopped breathing.

Now you rest under the pine in
a long sleep.

Though I gave you
one hundred seventy two thousand 
and eight hundred 
seconds
you gave me just two days to love you.

Now sleep little kitten,
sleep well dear nameless one.

Comments

  1. Dhiman DasFebruary 25, 2019 at 9:24 AM

    Hey, your love poem is lovely. But i couldn't get the word agape. Is that the title. Plus the monetary symbol in your poem gives extra story telling flavour in the poem. I really enjoyed it.

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  2. HoshiFebruary 25, 2019 at 9:45 AM

    agape is the Greek word for eternal love.
    it is the title, and it was also intended as a pun of sorts, because the Greeks gave different names to different degrees of love, like Philia for brotherly love or Eros for sensual love. because it is a love poem i thought it would literally use " love" ( agape)as a title. thanks for the feedback :)

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  3. Prabahan ShakyaFebruary 26, 2019 at 9:12 AM

    This poem is devastating. It is hauntingly beautiful.

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