- * AMOUR * -
My love, there is no measure
for the feelings that transpire.
I know that deep inside of me
they build a raging fire.
Each little touch or whisper
sets off a tremoring wave,
That shakes each quivering particle,
my body to enslave.
So how can I endeavor
to think about today,
When every waking part of me
is in such disarray.
Tomorrow may not come again
for I cannot endure
The all consuming aftermath
Of your grandeous Amour.......
Author: Carolyn Ford Witt
Ms. Caroline
© 10-29-05
Each little touch or whisper sets off a tremoring wave, That shakes each quivering particle, my body to enslave....................................evocatively ingenious, quest yet riffles to touch of whisper...10/10 thanks for sharing
A poem filled well love flaws through it from the start to the end
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Bravo! Excellent rhythm, lovely images, good rhymes.