Poem on Love - Blackout Poetry Notes

Spirit Love

The rawness of old love,
of that spirit love,
given surely, through the senses -
ours is not a trivial mortal affection.

The heart
is so much kinder
when you fill yourself up with love.

The pure soul of an artist
is a mind consumed
and swayed
by love.

It's no good - friendship
was so wearying.
She dared never let it come out,
how blind he was!
She loved his soul.

She was helpless
with soft desirability
and relaxed bliss
so lost
in a kiss.

Under that icy veneer
of jealousy
was an apparent
expression of love.

It's true,
I want a doomed love
that is fierce
and tragic.

Listening to my heart,
you are
all I want.

Listen to the quiet,
to the symphony of a happy life.
Let the love
sink in.

Faithful love is poetry.