Poems From The Heart
A Love
Poetiqxpressionz, 20091223
Give me a love that bounces off of my soul and reverberates into the open air
Give him a love that's nestled deep inside his spirits and seeps out in small breaths as he sleeps
Give us a love that withstands the test of time and age and greets us in the afterlife
A love that lets him put the man in my roMANce.
A love that lets me put the sure in his pleaSURE.
Give us a love that makes the ions in relatIONShip charge and produce a fire so brilliant, so bright, the stars don't seem to shine anymore
A love that has no pressure, no bias, no worries, no strings, no exceptions, no rules, no bearings.
A love that wants naught, decieves naught, and confuses naught.
A love that taunts naught, concieves naught, and abuses naught.
A love that is the sole envy of Eros.
A love that makes Aphrodite jealous.
A love that makes the Trojan war seem as minute as a misunderstanding.
A love that makes Paris aspire to someone even better than Helen.
Give us this love to cheris and to admire
Give us this love to have and to hold, to grab and to mold
To manifest and to unfold.
And if this love can only exist in my dreams.
Then give me this love and permit me to sleep forever.
Give me a love that bounces off of my soul and reverberates into the open air
Give him a love that's nestled deep inside his spirits and seeps out in small breaths as he sleeps
Give us a love that withstands the test of time and age and greets us in the afterlife
A love that lets him put the man in my roMANce.
A love that lets me put the sure in his pleaSURE.
Give us a love that makes the ions in relatIONShip charge and produce a fire so brilliant, so bright, the stars don't seem to shine anymore
A love that has no pressure, no bias, no worries, no strings, no exceptions, no rules, no bearings.
A love that wants naught, decieves naught, and confuses naught.
A love that taunts naught, concieves naught, and abuses naught.
A love that is the sole envy of Eros.
A love that makes Aphrodite jealous.
A love that makes the Trojan war seem as minute as a misunderstanding.
A love that makes Paris aspire to someone even better than Helen.
Give us this love to cheris and to admire
Give us this love to have and to hold, to grab and to mold
To manifest and to unfold.
And if this love can only exist in my dreams.
Then give me this love and permit me to sleep forever.
