Infection of Love

 

 

The room is bland and bleak without you
Mine eyes would close forever without you
When you walk into a room, my heart ceases to beat
Drawn like a moth to a flame everything dissapears

I want to drink up the sight of you
wanting to absorb everything about you

You intoxicate me
Distracting my every thought

My distraction
My infatuation

You are my infection of love

 

 

 

Reviews

[Michael]

Your work has a lovely flow to it. With the reduction of line length you allow for natural pauses that make us relate to such emotions in our own hearts. I know your use of "mine" is a poetic choice (much like in the "Battle Hymn of the Republic") but it is the improper use of a possessive pronoun and really calls for the possessive adjective, my. Just make sure it was a choice based on want and not just something to do.

Also, there is one small nit: dissapears = disappears

[Kelley]

Now that is true wanting. I love your style and your words. I will be back to read more of your work.
Thanks for sharing.

Kelley

[DarkHeart]

Amazing poem...
And so true, when you love/like someone...

[Wildecat]

beautiful poem, beautiful flow, a pleasure to read your poetry.

[kurrupted]

Wow!....what a truth!
what a flow!
what a piece well penned.!

[Brandon Taylor-Black]

A beautiful write :)
Lots of emotion and feeling in this piece :)