Marie WardAlonge


It starts with a kiss of passion to make my knees weak.
You make love to me until we fall into a satisfying sleep.
Gentle are your lips that awake me in the morn.
I live for your embrace.
With each loving moment, I cling.
I am reborn.

And when it's time for you to leave,
To return in a week, you plea.
You look straight in my eyes, so I can see you lie.
And then you kiss me goodbye.
You close my door.
With distance, my worries soar.
Thinking, you are leaving my arms
To find comfort with someone's charms.
Silly it is but this is how I feel.

My heart is for the taking
But you are forsaking.
You are mistaken.
If you think, I shall keep on waiting.
For my love will seek its course,
And then, I shall have no remorse.

Off in L.A., on this very day.
I knew your words would come into play.
You have had it your way.
My love is hurting.
Of this I am certain.
Yes, I am jealous.
Right now, I might be over -zealous
My mind is cluttered.
My heart is fluttered.
There is no other route.
This is my poem of doubts.

Topic(s) of this poem: uncertainty

Poem Submitted: Monday, October 5, 2009
Poem Edited: Tuesday, December 6, 2016

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