Impossible To Measure
Fueling fledgling fantasies,
love spins threads of trust into rope.
For it's a unique emotion
imbuing lonely souls with hope.
Like a mystical elixir,
it heals hurting hearts filled with pain.
And fanning smoldering embers
raises sex to another plane.
When its magic enters your heart,
a sweet smile appears on your face.
And as your anxieties fade,
doubt disappears without a trace.
Taking you on life's greatest quest,
love levies a personal toll.
And yet, despite the pain it brings,
it's craved by both body and soul.
Love is oft indescribable,
transcending any known pleasure.
An extraordinary feeling;
it's impossible to measure!
(Quatrain)
5/27/2015
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2015
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