Love's Quiet World
This love, a quiet world within itself
This heart, will always abandon its rule
To kiss the new conqueror of oneself
A heart of a Queen, or court jester a fool
When tremors come willingly from the lips
And the world disappears between his arms
A soft touch to the mouth from fingertips
Brings my once guarded ramparts to disarm
This fiery world needs no translation
Exposes the soul to its heated core
Claims this burning heart with its salvation
To fuel the raging flames for evermore
Is love's warm treasure a good cause to flee
Or stand an offer, from a bended knee
contest...Gender Bender
4/30/14
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