Love, Or a Feckless Facsimile of It
My love for you, is like a tender blossom
awakening to the kiss of the sun.
My love is a moth venturing into the dark of the night
My love for you, is like a virgin bride
awaiting the tentative call of her groom.
My love is a sticky web spun swiftly by a black widow
My love for you, is like a little brook
trickling along its merry way.
My love, a cotton-mouth twirling seductively in the mating jig
Your love for me is drowning in the fumes of pure desire
A single folly only i will ever dare to remember
Mine is like the burning flame atop Mount Olympia
Dying, like the glowing embers of sinful Gomorrah
My love for you is rekindled by the supple lips
borne hither on the breath of your Zephyr
My love has sailed like a lost vessel in unchartered waters
My passion like a phoenix will rise from the ashes
your disdain the anchor on its glory
It is a fallen tree, the crimson core of my fading essence.
Didi... xoxo
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