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



  1. How beautifully is a sweet storm we want to get caught in

  2. Vexation is a most appropriate word!

  3. Susie it is the 'perfect storm':)

  4. Vexation of purest kind...the best one!

  5. Yes, Beyond is the best kind of vexation:)


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