Excitement shines
Like a billion suns.
The merest touch
Explodes
My every nerve.
Magical mysteries
Unveil themselves.
Brilliant, fluttering butterflies
Flash and flicker
Those rainbow colours and more.
Deep inspiration.
Adrenaline rush.
Electrical discharge.
Cascading sweat.
Thunder-drummed tornadoes.
Lightning storms.
Rose tinged dawns,
And silver-ghosted Moons.
Inspirational volcanoes
Of Muse-blown delight.
That’s how it was,
To be in Love.
© PB in Humberside 6\10\2010. Finished 13.20.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Quiet these days in Poemhunter Land. This one sparks okay for me and others elsewhere.