Poem on Love - Blackout Poetry Notes

Prepared

Everybody expects you
to fall in love,
I just want you to be prepared.

He had fallen in love
at first sight
with an intensity that put
everything else to silence.

The way he was looking at her,
my God,
she was overwhelmed with
all these emotions.

In love,
cooks overdo the salt.

An artist must love
to be any good.
If one could take away
their emotions,
their souls would be stolen.

He had awakened
a slumber in me,
with lips
to kiss
so slowly, slowly, slowly.

I simply am dying
of love.

I see it now,
I do not love anybody
except myself.

I don't need escape
I have enough,
and right now I shall live
a life of sonnets, love,
and dirty life
in bed.

Utterly lost
in our intimacy,
I did not want to
break the spell.