Ode To Life Poem by Nina Ali

When I speak of the pleasurable torment;
That is my passion for you.
I picture the world in its finest glow,
And my eyes picture only you.
My heart eludes me,
Ploy me into your arms.
My spirit flies away into the endless skies.
I feel for a moment as if satisfied,
But my feelings like my pleasures to me they lie.
I look upon your servants and as I gaze I see
Worlds and worlds like a maze beyond me.
My jealous heart rage across from world to world,
As It dwells in envy against the horde.
That beat it to your resting place
That beat me to your addictive embrace.
My fragile heart lies longing
Filled with desire.
All the same to my wicked brain sits in like a sire.
Poised dignified like a true sovereign,
Knowing just what it needs.
Familiar with all my hopes and dreams.
Strengthened by a vision so clear,
But to you my temptress he is a meek cavalier.
alas there’s no rest for the wicked,
By the rules of your grace.
Dooming all as well as me
Into your seductive realm of endless chase.