The WRATH of Love

The WRATH of Love

A Poem by Stephanie S

 

Oh-

I know all too well
about the wrath of love
and everything
that she is capable of
 
she is brutal and ruthless
and cunning and coy
and she will treat your heart
like her own silly little toy
 
she is a tyrant!
a dictator!
with a crushing rule
and out of you
she will make a fool
and have you saying and doing things
you never thought you would do
and there is no escaping  
her suffocating clasp
when she has you in
her overwhelming grasp
 
And if you think you can control her
you’re surly mistaken
your actions
 your thoughts
are all hers for the taking
and she will not stop
until
she drives you completely insane
and  then she will leave you with
nothing
but mind numbing pain
 
and beware
that it is impossible
for anyone to tell
how to defy her blinding
deceitful spell
and how to flee
her agonizing
heartbreaking hell
 
well as for me,
to keep her out,
I have locked up and bolted
and sealed up my door
after she left me so sadly
 aching and throbbing
and cut up and raw
 
and as for me,
there will be no more,
- wanting
or wishing
for any of this...
and under her jurisdiction
I will no longer exist....
 
I want to be boundless and free
just like the ocean
and not controlled by some silly
fleeting, emotion
I want to be limitless and light hearted just like the sea,
and not allow her to have "HER  WAY" with me...
I want to be ruled by my gypsy blood deep from within!
and to wrath of love I shall no longer give in!
 
 

 

 

© 2008 Stephanie S


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Experience is always the best teacher. Good poem with lots of lessons.

Posted 13 Years Ago


"your surly mistaken" is a fascinating mix of entendre and expectation. So love doesn't rule gypsy blood? Also poignant and curious. And love is a she, that's odd too. You are from a different place, a place where many will be entranced, myself included. Great stuff!

Posted 16 Years Ago


Very entertaining...it felt as if Its some soap opera with ur poem told in the background under a hefty heavy tone, slightly increasing to levels of intensity as the end comes closer :)))
A very good effort...hail the gypsy blood...hehe...cares :)))

Posted 16 Years Ago



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Stephanie S
Stephanie S

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