Pleasure And Pain Poem by James Walter Orr

My body is scarred with the battles of life,
but love caused the scars on my heart.
The fight for survival, the everyday strife
seems as nothing as when we're apart.
When we peer deep within the words straight from the soul
that engender that smoldering spark,
we lie in our bed, and we toss, turn and roll
and imagine a face in the dark.
As fantasy plays with desires, dreamed and sought,
and our loneliness screams to be filled,
with passion's response to the battles we've fought,
and the torment of searching be stilled.
The pathway that leads to the moment of truth,
with a fervor we cannot explain,
'til the starburst explodes in the eternal youth
that's a mixture of pleasure and pain.

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