Stefania Carmen Misaila Poet Free verse

Murderer of Love

He stepped into my heart and spirit, 
His feet gentle flowery aroma.
He bled his blood into mine
And that sweet scent, increasing.

In my word he was reborn, 
A love so pure and tender,
An unhappened happening,
That had to take place somewhere.

He stepped into my light and toyed,
My eyes shimmered in his chuckle.
He held my night inside his thoughts
And made me day-dream as he may.

He stepped outside my fragile body,
In that overwhelming dark.
My carcass,
Just a slight contour,
Started peeling love away.

He stepped outside my heart and spirit, 
His feet gentle in their pace.
He bled my blood from his unseen veins,
That sweet scent gradually decreasing. 


© 2009 Stefania Carmen Misaila

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Sajdah Al-Riyami June 20, 2009 at 1:02 PM I Understand you Perfectly Stephieeeeeeee<3 If you read a poem Of Mine called : Beautifull Assasin.Mawbe You can Understand That

John Rhinem June 10, 2009 at 11:48 AM .....Again, a spellbinding write, of pure beauty!!:) Have an even more, majestic day~Smile, Bye Again!:)

John Rhinem June 10, 2009 at 11:47 AM Wow~I waited a bit to visit "You Stephania"~So I thought that I would read but another piece of "Your Amazing Souls Reflections!!":)~Again, "You" make me smile! You know what I look for inside of great poets~Those whom can reach into the treasures of their deepest souls, and then present and express it, within the most vivid and astounding of ways....And, "You Are One Of They, Period!!!":)~A ruby, cut twenty times, sparkling from a distance....Cont....

James Fraser June 9, 2009 at 11:49 AM Delightful write Stephanie>James