Love's Sweet fire is too bright
and passion knows no rest
hot as a summer night
burning in my breast.
These hungry flames must be fed...
My body and my heart,
is Love's wine and bread
according to the art...
A contest entry
- My other half by Angelo di Luce.
400 points, ended November 21, 2008, 20 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Ahhh ....
Excellent read - it brought back memories of long ago. Thank you for writing and posting.
Respectfully yours,
Cheryl
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Enjoyed Reading This Again.
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Shared in sacred art ...
love truly becomes holy communion ... Wine and bread.
Well done.
Myra
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I absolutely love the sheer simplicity of this
and it is within that simplicity
you manage to show your strength
love is too bright
it Is passion without rest
you have captured love
we partake of it
we consume it
much like sacred
wine and bread
it sustains us
applause, this is most certainly a winner
hugs Moony -
Energies compacted abundantly can cause fires that burn longer than the time compressed in a certain space. Perhaps such a situation is a metaphor of love. Great sucinct poetry appropriately dyed in crimson hues. I wish you the best of luck in the contest.
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Beautifully Inscribed Sweet Soul!
Thanks for sharing here your loving soul and the art within your heart my friend, you're truly glowing here within your words. Much love to you and all those you hold dear.
Say hi to the beauty bird for me. 
Much love and light, Timothy
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Love is what life is all about
it is simplicity, it is an neverending search
Passion knows no rest
Fabulous my friend
God bless you...
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