I Wont Leave Until You Tell Me To Poem by Ray Souza

Love
Love Untamed, sporadic
Leaving victims of its bite asthmatic
when it crumbles; tragic
However its budding, a sight of exquisite magic
don't fear its coming rather its going
I myself a victim of its spell
the day she crossed my sights, I fell
her smile lighting the way,
hands clenched we crossed realities plains into the fray,
where now we lay,
eager to read natures unwritten chapters
only to see if we lay, thereafter
love pulsating through my veins
her touch, overwhelming
her kiss pure bliss
a million questions no answers one conclusion
I wont leave until you tell me to.