This Living Thing Called Love Poem by Maria Luisa Taylor

I reach out to you with longing arms
But I feel nothing,
This living thing called love gets,
Inside you burrows itself deep,
in your heart it can either give
you great joy or it can rip your
world apart.

You can't escape the hurt
You can't dogge the pain
It comes down and slams you
Like a vicious torrid rain.

I guess I'l have to leave your side
And turn my face around although
It hurst so much inside
Although my soul will die.

I wish you could remember
Everything we share.

I reach out to you with longing
arms...

But I feel Nothing.