Love shows but a colourless wing
Before a heart learns how to trust.
Bleached with disuse
Neglect and abuse
Love can only just wait, as it must.
As trusting takes hold with it's touch
Vibration begins in love's heart.
Scintillates, - then
Eruptions begin
Like lightening the fireworks start.
Bursting with wings spreading wide,
Love colours with every known hue.
Flaming with gold
Passion takes hold.
Then beware! ! Love has happened to you.
I love the contrast here - the 'colourless wing' and 'bleached with disguise' the the grand finale of fireworks, blazing in a spectrum of glory. A magnificent analogy - a linguistic picture of love. S :)
nice piece like lovely colours flooded on the screen in a charming pattern! good work Fay! 10+
write like this love is always with you it flows from your pen in ageless verse 10 +++ Chris
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A lover of love! Well written verse and eloquently descriptive