Notice of absence from Young Fella
I need to leave for a while.
I need to leave for a while.
Hurricane of Love
A raindrop on my heart,
A gentle touch, a quiet start.
Rivers through my veins,
A flood of love, a storm a hurricane I can’t contain,
Drowning, no path to flee,
Bound, yet never free,
My head finds rest
On love's ripening breast
Don’t drop of my hand,
Stay until the end.
(Enigma: I liked Édith Piaf's song a lot.
I took a nap, just as I promised)
By YF
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Author:
MRF (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: "Hurricane of Love" describes the intense and overwhelming feelings of love. It starts small, like a raindrop, but grows into something powerful and uncontrollable, like a hurricane. The speaker feels both trapped and comforted by love, showing how it can be both overwhelming and nurturing. The ending plea, "Don’t drop of my hand," expresses a deep desire for love to stay and never leave.
- Category: Love
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