He calls my name, softly
a whisper in the air
beckons and entices
like a lover's prayer.
I should turn around now
and walk back home
retrace my steps carefully
I should not have come.
He calls my name, softly
a whisper in the air
I continue on towards him
I know I should beware.
My senses now desert me
as I go to him
following his song of love
resounding from within.
He calls my name, softly
a whisper in the air
any resistance has now left me
I continue without care.
Offering myself to him
a foolish sacrifice
I've lost all sense of who I am
as I gift to him, my life.
His soft whispers envelop me
the darkness pulls me in
no hope now of escape
it was a chance I had to take.
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In The Name Of Love
Poetry"Come inside this heart of mine, feel the beat to the poets rhyme, words they tumble, spilling pain, tales of woe or love, again." Poems about love, good and bad, real and imagined, sometimes beautiful, sometimes dark but always, always, from the...
