If love is true, could it this be
this unheedful happiness stirring in the bones,
like honey stirring in your joints...
for that he possess you?
That true that it abounds with guilt
that it is that true I could arouse your jealousy
if I as much acknowledge the full moon
this silent dusk?
If love is true should it be
that despair patiently waits in ambush
if you no longer be mine,
that we could dispossess ourselves of joy
deliberately?
If love be true should it irreverently so be?
an androgynous woe.
Copyright © 2011 Love Note by Simpa Omoluabi
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The bliss of love is like no other, however if it is not carefully nurtured it could result in distress or tragedy in its bliss. It's a lovely poem, well articulated and nicely penned. Thanks for sharing and do keep it up. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON.