True Love? Poem by Josephine Dunn

I often wondered
If it was really “true love’,
Did the light in my eyes
Awaken your heart
So it beat with a flutter
Like the wings of a dove?
Did it blow over you softly
Like a warm wind in June
Promising gentle fulfilment
Not yet – but quite soon?

Or was it a fire I lit
With my eyes
Which burnt in your loins
And stirred your desires,
That filled you with passion
And made you arise?
That raced through your veins
Like a hurricane would
Stinging you skin
And heating you blood.

What was it that moved us
As deeply as this?
Can it be so simple
As unbridled lust?

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