Treasure Island

eddie frelford

(17/04/1986 / pontypridd)

love is a seraph

love is wishing you had the chest pains,
in the hope she would somehow feel them less
love is helping burning fingers,
pick up stewy mess

love is far from the darkness of war,
now that the shrapnel lives with the candle
love is shutting the bedroom door on you, goodnight,
but on the other side, clinging to the handle

love is praying you were sleeping
when this 'love is' poem was wrote
love is passing over angel fluids,
to soothe a seraph's throat.

love is sometimes very distant,
for it travels more than miles
love is maybe just looking at the one you love
and seeing the light radiate from their amaranth eyes

love is going to breezy bed right now
cause without you, love feels a draft
love is waiting to float upstream again,
beside you in it's raft

Submitted: Sunday, November 01, 2009
Edited: Monday, March 01, 2010

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