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A splatter of affection

Reaching through to find the true meaning
of these feelings in my heart. All of a sudden, a call.
The foundation of my being, my soul, starts planning an escape.

I run straight for the exit.
Yet nothing awaits.
At the end of the hall,
I am still searching,
For you.

Just a glance,
Out of the corner of my eye, yet
I can't help it anymore.

My soul lets go of my heart
The wind catches your voice,
I reach for you.

Thoughts paint my mind with a smear of colors and emotions,
the mixture creating a rainbow of feelings,
as I realize the true meaning of the word "Love".

Style / type: 
Free verse
Review Request (Intensity): 
I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back
Review Request (Direction): 
What did you think of my title?
How was my language use?
What did you think of the rhythm or pattern or pacing?
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Is the internal logic consistent?
Last few words: 
first time guy confess to me
Editing stage: 
Content level: 
Not Explicit Content

Comments

Your language use is alright, and after re-reading a couple of times, I understand the premise of the poem. I was confused with the switch between the soul, the heart and I. It is very difficult to separate the three of them. Usually, they are one and the same. I see that your brain is equated with your soul. Which means that you don't have much experience with the thought of love. Your pacing is thrown off by the confusion of your soul, your heart and yourself; one has to go back over the poem a couple of times to discern the true meaning. I do understand what you are trying to say, but I think that you should make it clearer. Maybe if you let your brain be the part that says that you shouldn't take part in this search for love, rather than your soul?
~ Geezer.
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It seems that the days and hours that people
are available for chatroom are staggered and
not a good match for most everyone. How about
if everyone just shows up at the door, whenever
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