{"id":330,"date":"2012-10-18T22:14:35","date_gmt":"2012-10-18T22:14:35","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/?p=330"},"modified":"2014-08-18T22:15:53","modified_gmt":"2014-08-18T22:15:53","slug":"she-seeks","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/she-seeks\/","title":{"rendered":"She Seeks"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>She seeks, each morning new, her desire<br \/>\nAnd me? I remember her, she who I did desire<\/p>\n<p>Dripping, rain finds home from its flight from the clouds<br \/>\nI still falling fail to land from loss of she who I did desire.<\/p>\n<p>Downward, ever downward, continuance of journey<br \/>\nTo an end that God for me does desire<\/p>\n<p>I alone, slowly race through crowds<br \/>\nTo be alone among them my desire<\/p>\n<p>And none of them, not one seem to know me<br \/>\nAnd fewer to know me seem to desire<\/p>\n<p>Life &#8211; it is so &#8211; and to have it so I desire<br \/>\nAs she plays all cards to win her desire.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>She seeks, each morning new, her desire And me? I remember her, she who I did desire Dripping, rain finds home from its flight from the clouds I still falling fail to land from loss of she who I did desire. Downward, ever downward, continuance of journey To an end &#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[126,198],"tags":[2352,540,18],"class_list":["post-330","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-ghazal","category-sweetest-smile-poems","tag-ghazal","tag-ghazal-on-live","tag-love-poem","column","twocol"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p7EI4f-5k","jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"jetpack-related-posts":[{"id":332,"url":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/card-castle-of-pride\/","url_meta":{"origin":330,"position":0},"title":"Card Castle of Pride","author":"Tom\u00e1s \u00d3 C\u00e1rthaigh","date":"18th August 2012","format":false,"excerpt":"We know it is forbidden - the sin of pride But can we love ourselves if we dont have pride? 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