beckon me you,
with arms streatched with love.
didn't you see me,
my heart!
there is a pleasure in
giving in to your demands
than denying love
your love,
my love,
our love,
had spinned
a fabric of dream,
pleasure was mine,
when you turned it,
into a ream.
yet........sometimes
hopes dashes,
desire crashes,
i crash without love,
to be safely picked up
by your warmth
and tenderness!
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Love is a compromise in a relationship and I feel it needs work to survive. Your last stanza speaks of honesty and is so touching, as nothing is completely perfect and again love survives. Beautifully written Ritty. 10 love Karin