Love is a terrorist,
Setting aflame my heart;
It eases its way in,
Until you can't reside apart.
It captivates your mind,
Along with your body and soul;
It imprisons all other feeling,
Until it devours you whole.
You become its slave,
Dependent to its cause;
What was once imperfection,
Turns to unnoticeable flaws.
It satisfies your needs,
Keeps you the highest of highs;
It gives you purpose and meaning,
A reason to look towards the skies.
It brightens the nights loneliness,
Dissipates the meaningless day;
It's been almost two years now,
And I still wouldn't have it any other way.
Author notes
Well it's been awhile since I wrote about the one thing that made me start to write again, love. This one is for you Theresa, as always.
Silvos.
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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This is amazing. I don't think many people think of love this way, even though it's true.
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Christopher, I think you have a description of love like I have never seen before. Love does indeed invade your heart and to an extent you become it's slave. Love the rhyming and consistence you gave the poem. I don't mean to be critical of your work, however I wonder if it might give it more style if some of the "it's" were replaced by the word Love to which "it" refers. Just a thought. Thanks for sharing.
Have a blessed day,
Ron
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I adored this, it really did have beauty and truth here - I loved the first line, that really was great. Juxtaposing terrorism with love ... genius.
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