A ninemonth season of narcotic love
With naked veracity down to the core
Purest love it showed to be
Soft, soothing, allrevealingly.
The sun shone on lightbrown curves
Happy times plenty, like beachgrains on her moist skin.
Moments of true perfection…
Warm, melting with wondrous affection.
Joy…
Addictive, seductive, deceptive
Dragging me away it’s captive
Hope…
A burning flame, as sure as God
A murdering pain, a torturing rod
Faith…
Should to be blind; should to conquer the mind
Wary, should thou get thy sight
.... thus observe this fallible plight.
Joy, hope and faith grind
Together in the devious abyss of mind.
Lying love you do have might
Capsize my emotions shattering smite
Prolong pain with my memory so plain
Feelings uttered now all in vain
Gnawing suffering
Am I still sane?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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