(with thanks to Mifael for reminding me that the worm
can be beautiful)
He has wormed his way into my heart
He has leached into my sorrow
He has made it flow again my blood
When he whispered tomorrow
He has burrowed his way into my heart
He has nestled in my soul
He loves me... and I love him
for he never let go
hi sonya...u must be an apple ;) very nice poem....different perspective...fresh well written cheers
Worms can be very friendly it seems and very comforting to have around. Come to think of it, in reality, if we didn't have worms in our gardens, they wouldn't be as fine. A brilliant take on love and well thought out. An interesting read, thankyou. Ruth: -)
with utter humility you are welcome and i thank you also... lovely piece.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nice one, only seemed like you were perhaps talking about a leach instead of a worm, though there are probably some parasitic worm that does these things. Anyway, good imagery. My favorite lines are: 'He has burrowed his way into my heart He has nestled in my soul'