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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How beautifully written...love is a sweet storm we want to get caught in
ReplyDeleteVexation is a most appropriate word!
ReplyDeleteSusie it is the 'perfect storm':)
ReplyDeleteYes,it is~
ReplyDeleteVexation of purest kind...the best one!
ReplyDeleteYes, Beyond Horizon...it is the best kind of vexation:)
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