Our Love’s Creation

Michael Thomas provides, in a beautiful passage, with dazzling intent, heading the classical authors, and overzealous am I with, ＂O, I wish!＂ The pseudonym I use, Titus Llewellyn, ＂is still alive, his integrity to hold the light where they may roam. I see vividly, the hopes and dreams of any poet who would love to supersede the impossible＂. Michael at least gives me a hope in Hell’s chance. As Anthony Smith, I will escape all notice. Love poems I have written for my wife, come by way of her loveliness portrayed. At a time, when her travels to India were mighty important. Instead of being selfish and keep her with me, I pined away, and so the idea of writing came about. Under this duress and by most probably, love sickness. Compassion was to seek out these desires, putting Maureen within a poetic theme. It enabled me to put feelings first. Otherwise, had there been no travelling or intervals of time, I very much doubt the poet in me would be distributing the said effect. That is if I am to take Michael’s encouragement serious enough, I remain hopeful that my best continues.