Pool of blissA Poem by Gideon X. A. ElsonI convey here how love can be misleading in its birth, we think not on the future of how this state can wound us but revel in the moment,
Romantic love is an inconstant and volatile affair,
And fair it does not seem to be, For how could something so fulfilling, Induce in concert feelings of, Joy and sorrow, promise and despair, Perhaps not solely the birth of love, I speak of when these words are conveyed, But also it's death and so for it's loss, For in a moment of ultimate bliss, We feel not the painful parts of love, And are decieved there in that moment, For how could our minds be on the future, We see not the effects in whole, But in loves net we have been snared, And unknown to us when it will be, That loves net will tear our skin, And pull us from the waters of bliss, Gasping and wretching in a poison atmosphere, Despair abound, if in fact we can not overcome, Although in love once more we can be reborn, Renewed and wiser to the ways of life, But alas so beguiling love can be, That we will seek the net again with a constant disposition, For nothing sweeter has found our lips, Than the bliss of a new found love, Those warm waters aromatic and intoxicating, Lure us back like a sirens song, We find them welcome and cry out in joy! For we hope to never again leave this pool. © 2022 Gideon X. A. ElsonAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorGideon X. A. ElsonKeytesville, MOAboutI'm nobody important, but I do find life more bearable when I create things be it writing poetry, music, photography or rambling nonsense. I like to write in rhyme and meter, though must admit emphasi.. more..Writing
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