Is It Love? - Poem by Nero CaroZiv
Oh, is it love or the devil in me
How can her eyes so slaying be?
Is it infatuation or the gypsy of my heart
Her image from my eyes would never part
For she has sown her shadow so wide and fair
That it follows me constantly, relentless everywhere
It awakes me in the middle of the night
Making me watching the moon and the stars's bright
Oh, her image so firm in sight
It has the wings of hot desire
In the day it draws me like a guide
And at night overwhelmed me with fire
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