Monday, December 5, 2011

Love Poem


It tugs at me with restless force
And strength I can’t explain
It fills me with fiery discourse
And bitter-sweetest pain

Vexation of the purest kind
A tempest wild and blue
And yet the thing that soothes my mind
…it is the thought of you

Love is a many splendored bloom
It is both rose and thorn
A gentle fragrance in the room
The heart within me, torn

Thus, I do not resist its pain
Or withhold any pleasure
In every heartbeat you remain
My everlasting treasure

J~

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