Never had a love
Like this before,
Always roaring
at my heart's door.
Could wite a sonnet
About the way I feel,
I twist and ponder
Is this love real?
Stumbling blindly
Through its maze,
Love keeps me in a daze.
Yearning, turning upside down
Love keeps pushing me around,
Laughing and smiling in the
Shelter of your arms...
So much happiness sets off an alarm...
Will it last?
Daring to be happy is quite a task,
Is love wearing a crazy mask.
The eternal question...Will it last?
...Will it last?
Dorothy Alves Holmes
A Poet Who Loves To Sing
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very nice and creative write Dorothy, enjoyed every line.