Poem on Love - Blackout Poetry Notes

Safe With Me

Do not settle
you'll be
safe with me.

Your love is 
a home for me.

She blossomed
with a heart mild as a dove,
and a love
ever fierce and tender.

Those deep eyes
light a fire
in me.

Love is a kind of
fever,
slow and consuming.

That minx,
she was a wicked little soul.

Her soul was all 
indifference,
for she dared
not confess love.

The pure, transcendent love,
this menagerie
of heaven and flesh
is my beautiful resurrection.

So many put on a
shroud of mystery -
emotions can be played with,
yet this heart
can't stop thinking
on love.

He was full of life.
Bewitching,
and fearless of mind.
It was a taste of feelings
she had continually imagined
she could hardly have.