Poem on Love - Blackout Poetry Notes

Smouldering Passion

I desire
smouldering passion
a strong, brilliant man
full of a love
most complex.

My greatest trouble in
any relationship
is I can forget
to be happy.

They were opposite
and yet,
there was an unmistakable intimacy,
conspiring feelings
in them.

Your love is
real beauty.

Without a word, 
the truth was in your eyes,
and there was nothing
I could say.

Her eyes were incandescence
and she glanced back
with a pure gaze
of love at me.

Some happy chance,
it turned out to be
when he approached me.

I promise to
love you
the way Billie Holiday
sings.

I kissed him,
suddenly a momentous joy
hit me.

An eye wandering was utter impossibility.
There must be no two hearts
so similar,
so in unison,
so beloved.