The poets call it cupid,
Skeptics speak of Damocles,
Chemical to logical,
Songbirds in the trees.
Just some bubbling excitement,
Or a sentinel steadfast,
Maybe it’s fits of crazy,
Emotion in contrast.
In the heat of your body,
Above the way that I feel,
Under the taste of your lips,
Before you I kneel.
I offer my turmoil,
You surrender your stresses,
To define this true love is
Beyond our guesses.
Jul 8, 2018
Jul 8, 2018 at 10:52 AM UTC
The poets call it cupid,
Skeptics speak of Damocles,
Chemical to logical,
Songbirds in the trees.
Just some bubbling excitement,
Or a sentinel steadfast,
Maybe it’s fits of crazy,
Emotion in contrast.
In the heat of your body,
Above the way that I feel,
Under the taste of your lips,
Before you I kneel.
I offer my turmoil,
You surrender your stresses,
To define this true love is
Beyond our guesses.