That strange word desire
Makes us so foolish at times
It plays with our thoughts
Twists them around in its hands
Just when we think we have won
It dangles its images before us again
Bodies become a shrine
In the flames of its fire
We live out a dance of amour
Till morning comes and once more
We reside in our hearts love
Till passion stirs inside us again
All so true and very well expressed.... a warm and imaginative poem - - thanks Fi..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A great insight into this love emotion.....well described in your poetic words Sue x