Of Love Poem by Jorge Alexandre

Of love I have come to be divided,
In my spare demented mind of truth,
I have seen all things die, ignited,
By a single word from you.

Oh, beauty so vast and yet expanding,
From north to south, from east to west.
So is that appreciation I am having,
From Budapest to Budapest.

I am surrounded in your arms,
And with an embrace I am safe at last,
But each demon is like a toy,
And their playing with me,
And I have to enjoy.