Crimson Love Poems
The Stylized representation,
of this hallow muscular organ,
Perplexes minds upon the brink of insanity,
The reflected image of a shape
you deem worthy to call love,
In actuality is the deformed muscle
filled with nothing but such blood,
No love abides in such a desolate place....
The mind holds love,
Not that of a deformed organ.
As my last Breath leaves my lips,
I can’t help but think of our first kiss,
So sweet, and full of passion,
Love was never lost, But Words were,
I couldn’t say anything, for I was mute to love.
Our bodies speaking what are mouths could not,
Lust growing ever more, no one to you could even compare,
Your beauty surpassing that of love so pure,
You gave me something, that would be my cure,