Love

They speak of an emotion;

That makes the blood burn beneath the skin;

That makes the heart pound and the breath come quick;

They call it “love” but what does that mean?

 

What is love? Can anyone say?

Is it a true emotion or a figment of imagination?

If it is the former, how can that be? But if the latter;

Whoever imagined such a thing, I applaud them.

 

For who could imagine a feeling so divine?

A feeling that makes the soul soar?

A feeling that makes the body weak?

That makes you want even more?

 

My but we are a greedy race.

Whatever we have, for more we demand.

But this emotion, this thing they call “love”

Why, I feel it whenever he takes my hand.

 

Oh, yes, I am willing captive of this;

This glorious emotion called “love”

It cannot be sinful, or even a little bad;

For the angels sing its praise from high above.

 

But I will not tell you who the one;

Who made me believe, I too could fall;

Fall hard and fast, straight into his arms;

Yes, love is the greatest experience of all.

Reviews

[Charisma Moonfairy]

Very beautiful work here. A great read and write