Love Poem

By

Nins
the author of

Life

(davidnins.blogspot.c...)

We found a lovely love poem, and with her permission for republishing it here, okay here goes...

Thursday, December 27

Love

'Tis strange thoughts that mind was haunt,
Brazen stance awash thy fortitude
Naught besmeared with unsightly hope
In deep slumbereth pierced thy mystifying reverie.

Love is strange yet potent as a sword
It could perforate one's heart when oblivious
It navigates fuel to feed thy soul
It yearns one's heart with anticipation.


Love is indeed an ever-fixed mark
The origin unknown yet it beckons
To trust...to hope...total abandon
Trenchant wound at the end has no room.


It could led to a zilch or magnificent ending
It could mar one's soul beyond mending
Yet, how would one would know
If faith will not inhabit thy heart?


'Tis love that one feels alive
The ember of magical sensation stirs
The sagacity of elation burns
Thread of passion connects two souls.

at 7:21 PM