In Love
In love is when
The snows of winter vaporise,
And buds appear,
When veils ascend from jaded eyes
And they clear,
When the heart deliciously surges,
And defibrilates,
And the rush of tender urges
Intoxicates.
In love is when
The breath of autumn whispers low,
And fires burn,
When in promises of fresher snow
Leaves fall and turn,
When the saddest pang of losing
Begs exquisite pain
When the things beyond one’s choosing
See it go again.
NOTE: I'm still alive. Been busy with my ongoing music project, which saw me turn to
songwriting and amateur - very amateur - music video production, which can be checked out
on the link below if anyone has a mind to. This new piece marks a tentative return to poetry.
More to follow, perhaps.
POP ART!
http://www.myspace.com/thewatercolours
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