Dare I attempt, yet cannot fathom,
The mystery that renders it uncommon.
My senses controlled, yet I succumb,
To the intoxication of the sweetest kind.
A twitch, the curve, so soft and full,
(sigh) A longing to touch it, but I pull back.
For if it vanished, so would my dreams,
The fire, iced; my heart, wrenched.
Endless the days would be, the nights the darkest ever,
A melancholy gloom eclipsing the joys of love.
So smile my love, do smile for me,
For it is what I live for , and it is that by which I love.
current song Always be My Baby by Mariah Carey
5 Comments:
Tooooo much!!!!!! Its really good. Your poetry is better than your prose. Thats uncommon...
:-) thank u!
its been aaaaages since i've written anything and its almost like im starting all over again. somehow my poetry has always been better than my prose...hmmmmm...
I am absholutely amashed. Too mush only.
Rashul when wilsh you sthoph talshing like thish? You know thish kind of acshent ish very infectioush.
lolsh lolsh
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