By Max-Rom Date: 2006 Jun 01 Comment on this Work [[2006.06.01.08.08.3678]] |
This love, with its whirlwind pacing Our hearts dancing, racing Twisting in so many directions. This love, effortlessly calms gale force We melt together As ingredients In a dessert Of tooth-aching decadence. This love, Whenever we touch Part of your soul Absorbs into me -- I want to be the sponge that never fills, A vessel whose expanse Is bottomless. This love, Blossoms like a dew-kissed rose- Each time you whisper my name, The memories pleasantly remind me Just why I am so fond Of this love. Copyright©2006 (2/10/06), Joseph A. Hardy |