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Ode to Love.

If I must die for love

So be it!

I will snuff out the moon

Take the stars from the sky

Flood the oceans 

With fire

 

Let me smother the sunshine

With mist

The rest of the world 

Can cease to exist

 

Moody Mountains will cry

Lonely Lakes will dry

Trees will bow down

In it’s midst

 

Love is the only reason

To live!

Diamonds and pearls

Precious metals

Give them all

To the devil

 

Love is the prize

The unequivocal reason

For why I survive

The rest is just drivel

 

They talk about flowers

Chocolat

And champagne showers

They’re just killing

The long empty hours

 

Let’s kill the small talk

The blooms they will die

Chocolat becomes molten

Champagne is for liars

 

Love has it all

It’s the call from the wild

I will lay down my sword

Expose my inner child

 

Love

I will die for you!

You are all and everything

That I do

Love 

You are rare!

 

I have searched 

I’ve turned every stone

Explored every sea shell 

Sought you out

And found only hell

 

But oh, silly me!

My seeking was futile

Love can’t be found!

It’s that ethereal mystery

So seekers beware!

 

It’s a mischievous element

With no scent or sound

It chooses you

Not the other way round

 

When love finds you

You will lay your soul bare

Your spirit will soar

And dance in the air

 

When your skin tingles

And you feel you might die

You can truly believe

You are looking love

Straight in the eye. 

C.K.23

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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◄ Multiplications of Me and You.

I cut Myself. ►

Comments

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kJ Walker

Sat 24th Jun 2023 09:12

Beautiful.

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John Botterill

Fri 23rd Jun 2023 14:15

Gorgeous. Full of depth, wisdom and spirit. You keep knocking these epics out, Clare. So profound 😎
Don't stop! I, for one, am seeking to learn from your skill 😊

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keith jeffries

Thu 22nd Jun 2023 22:58

Clare, a whirlwind of a poem which had me sitting on the edge of my chair. It gathers a momentum of its own; the quality of a good writer. This poem I really loved. Polished verse at its best.
Thanks
Keith

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