Judged and found guilty and sentence pronounced.
Life for the love I couldn’t denounce.
Pure gentle and true, though tinged with blue.
Is that such a crime, my love for you.
The ring of your laughter’s a beautiful sound.
Its you that makes my whole world go around.
We both saw the writing upon the wall.
But when it all started we’d not planned to fall.
The times we had could not have been better.
So who would believe it could end with a letter.
When we parted I lived in a cloud.
So dark and dank it felt like a shroud.
Lost and alone and empty inside.
Swept along on a cold grey rip tide.
I can’t live with you or give you my name.
But I can’t live without you I can’t stand the pain.
Then when you rang the sun shone anew.
Lifting the clouds as I talked to you.
Tears of joy and relief ran down my face.
It’s nice to be back in the human race.
Now one things for sure, this love is for real.
And time will not heal the feelings we feel.
Illicit love is painful indeed.
But better by far than unfulfilled need.
There is no escaping this prison we’re in.
We’ll be there forever to pay for our sin.
So lock the cell door on our world sweet and warm.
And cuddled together we’ll weather the storm.
Once again, I am speechless. I agree with Mae..wish I would have thought of it. Recently went through this situation. But I know it was love...right feelings...wrong time. It happens. Sad as it seems...is reality and move on. Another awesome writing. You're my favorite..I will keep reading. Take care. Princess: -)
illicit love is forbidden love or it should be cos it hurts so bad..but if its not real or true it wouldnt hurt would it? ..i thought it was beautiful...wish i had written it..i could have..it tells my story...
Illicit love is the most painful. but it is still LOVE. Wherever and however it comes. We can't deny it can we David? And we shouldn't. We can't help who we fall in love with. We are not machines after all. I like your work. I'd like to see something with a bit more 'flesh' if you know what I mean. And rhyming just doesn't matter to me. Keep loving. Keep writing. Angela
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Factual and realistic poem. Though forbidden, illicit love soothes a broken soul! A 10.