A stormy night, enamored by the light,
I watch your back, bare, glistening slight,
The sight so might, I loose my flight,
The destitution delight, a maddening night.
My arms crawl to hold your brawl,
The body so sweet, yet so frail,
Delicate as you swivel,
And hide yourself within my trail.
My lips drawl, kissing your soul,
The body awakening, lost in the parole,
The mind entwining to lie in roll,
Amidst the chaos, as slips the control.
Would I see you tomorrow,
I feel the inquisition grow!
Or may be overmorrow,
I do not know.
But one thing my heart got to know,
As it holds your exhausted body behind the shadow,
If love has a meaning and a finger or a toe,
It is you, I realise but fail to show.
Would you give me another chance sweetheart!
I cry in silence as I watch you pack and go.
I would mend everything, I whisper
But hide them behind the veils and never let it flow
Love; I never knew possessed power to hurt,
I feel this desolation seep in slowly as we grow apart,
The heart has become an abyss of forlorn part,
Wandering through the meadow, I let myself loose in the shadows of the past.
I love you.. I wanted to shout,
As you removed yourself from my arms and walked out.
Now that your are gone, I have no doubt,
I love you and always will, with vigor and devout.
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The rhythm of the soul
Poetrywhen the time stops and my mind doesn't know what to brew I sit alone, somewhere in the dark and look for my soul to unscrew I peel inside that cavern and take the words out strew them into a garland and let me set out I hope my words are enough to...
