I feel love !
A wandering breeze whispering in to
a lonely flower's lovely petals !
I feel pain !
Silhouette of a shiny tear
on the canvas of a burdened cheek !
I feel elated !
Shirtless child running in fields
throwing his hands to hug the sky
I feel helpless !
Warm, innocent blood's stinking,
from the edge of a fanatic sword !
I feel secure !
little lovely calfs
caressed by a mother cow !
Copyright@2011 Kalyan
Love, indeed, can mean experiencing so many kinds of feelings. Nicely expressed. That helplessness, I would guess, could be that of a martyr or even an abused mate. Even words can be a two-edged sword.