Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Nov 2015
Oh, how you are like a drug!
You enter my heart and soul.
You enter my body
and the intoxicating potion
of your beauty and soft form
circulates through my veins,
becomes one with my blood and all the fibers of my being.
Oh, my very flesh and bones cry out to you.
" Oh, love me. Love me! Love me!! I shall die without your love."
Oh, how you hold my life in your hands!
And how like a monarch upon a throne
I live or die by your very word
You love me, yes? You love me, no?
Life and death are in your hands.
Oh, how this passion for you
runs through my body like a liquid fire
and my heart races along its way
like a wild horse that no man can tame
and shall never know rope nor tether .
Oh, my heart searches for you as a child for her mother.
Oh, my love for you is as Christ for his creation.
Never in my wildest imagination
could I have ever known a thing to be so deep.
Oh, for you there lives such a warm passionate longing
like whisky that burns the lips.
Oh, you pass through my mind
like some mystic intoxication dream.
Oh, the how the words fall from my lips onto the ground
and are lost in the clay.
Oh, how these world ever escape me
that could tell of my love
and of how my mind is ever haunted by you.
My heart ever sings its silent song.
You pluck these strings
these strings within my heart
and I am forever lost to you.
Written by
Olan Douglas Webb
321
   Cecil Miller
Please log in to view and add comments on poems