Loves Wildfire

Love can spread like wildfire.

A spark to begin its quest.

Tis something of true beauty one should admire.

Something that will put you to the test.

 

Loves rhythmic beat. Drums.

A joyous sound to thy ears.

Beckoning all to come.

As its beautiful song reduces strongest men to abundant, flowing tears.

 

Love is all things beautiful.

It’s Swiss alps and forest glen.

All things perfectly dutiful.

A thing to which the soul depends.

 

Loves harmless lie to bring a smile.

With the voice of an angel.

Whispers of sweet nothings, all the while.

It sings like a bird. One of nature’s best talents.

 

With a love like this, who can compare?

Such a sight like this, who would dare?

For all within me can only stop. And stare.

Loves drumming beat will drum on.

Its beauty shall remain.

Its song shall never be wrong.

And as for me? My time will come.

It is not yet, the end.

By underwriter     30/12/2010

Reviews

[SOUL LESS]

As its beautiful song reduces strongest men to abundant, flowing tears.: breaks the flow:(

Love is all things beautiful.
It’s Swiss alps and forest glen.
All things perfectly dutiful.
A thing to which the soul depends.

Out of rhythm...induce music into your poetry.

[cfix]

This is a wonderful write here, I agree about the rhyme scheme.
This is amazing! Very enjoyable write. This is one of my faves by you.

[OT]

nice!!! a very strong rhyme scheme much your like your lines - "Loves rhythmic beat...A joyous sound to thy ears"