Incandescent Love by sloanranger
I fight, lunging
I beg, time after time.
I grasp the energy of my sovereign
I grasp the core of her three times.
The third time is not mine
My glittering ray of love she quits
and night breathes what she means,
standing resplendent.
Twelve stars cannot equal
the power of her incandescent love.
They orbit but they cannot grasp
the energy of my sovereign
my beautiful blue orb
my glittering ray of love.
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Passing Strange
PoésieA collection of poetry dealing with love in all its stages. I hope you discover something to your liking.
