Love's Waterfall Poem by Khaldun Atum

A day gone, another assunder,
I spend my nights in lost wonder,
Pondering the thought of your love,
And what it could have been like,
Had I not forced you to the sky above.

Thy must win your love, your soul,
A gamble, like running through hot coal,
With out it, I shall wither,
Like a flower, during winter.

A game to you, is all this is,
No love, always a quiz,
Why must you hurt me so,
Can I not let my love flow?
A force of love like a pounding river,
Dropping over the edge, falling past the sedge,
Ending life in a puddle downriver.