What Love It Poem by Kristinahh KIMBER

Love is poison
Merge with passion
When it slips,
From cunning lips
It hurts,
Innocent heart,
It cuts,
Like a sword,
And weave symbol
Of sensuous kiss Bites
Vanish like a cloudlet
And pretend,
Evaporate with mist
And shower,
Drizzle rain
Recall solitude,
Chill pain,
Beware
Love is like a tide
Delicate and sensitive
Negative and positive
Cope with lust fuse,
Love is a passion
Lover sharing notion
As if like a…
Dew drops
On silent motion
Floating
On spider web
Melancholy tears
Shedding
And fading
Love is a word
Creation of emptiness
Worthless loneliness
And
Excursion
Of imagination
Sailing on Paper boat
Neither shore
Nor destiny
Love is a boat
Lover is merely
A sailor
And heart is a stream.
Love is like a dream.