A sweet test, a sweet game
The bonding between the two,
The daylong stares,
Silent words- they call it 'woo'.
The tight smiles that squeeze out,
Yea, if noticed, doubts hang about.
The picture is thus engraved,
Which returns at every free second;
After a friend you have waved,
Or when you wait for a meal,
Yes, they accompany, they appeal.
Here is the demon, Old Nick
That lives in this heaven;
He turns natives sore and sick.
Poor them! Thrown out of the world,
Yea, the devil has had them hurled!
But till evil, love is pure;
'Heavenly' as in this paradise they call
Its work is to lure
The mortals and test them;
'Love', a sweet test, a sweet game.
- Author: Quiller (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: February 15th, 2011 10:32
- Comment from author about the poem: This poem is for the lovers. It refers to the bright and the dark aspects of the world's most influencing and driving emotion- Love
- Category: Unclassified
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