The stars do not have number when compared
To the uncounted times I asked oh why
my senses melt in your allure so fair?
My love for you extends beyond the sky
Your voice intones a song in this my weary soul
I live for your intense and breathless kiss
As wily Eros quakes your wanton takes control
My will dissolves I sate myself in bliss
Your dark veiled eyes with raven’s wings above
Caress me like a morning mist upon dry grass
It cleanses this corrupted heart, my source of love
But your obscure gaze prays my notice lasts
Love’s fickle mood is thus; be sure of nought
We search for things that need not be sought
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Author:
George (My real name) (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I add this for clarity. This piece changes at the end intentionally, it is sort of a little twist.
- Category: Love
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