love - Blackout Poetry Notes

Smouldering Passion

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

Your love is
real beauty.

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

I promise to
love you
the way Billie Holiday
sings.

Writing poetry is a compulsion
because I have
lost love.

Happiness is a
taste of emotion,
of love so perfect.

I promise
hand against heart
to express what my heart seldom reveals,
the deep purity of this love
and our happiness
as long as I live.

Time never rests.
we stumble, traveling
but we go so far
to meet love.

I thought I'd fall in love -
at least that's what
I thought then.
I was a fool in no time.

Passion knotted
together with touch.
So much want.