Timeless Love

I fear to tell you
Why I go to the dark cave every evening.

If you must know
It’s because she whose heart mine is knitted with is a dragon.
A wild beast.

She devours my fears.
She invades my mind and dispels
My doubts.
She dethrones my loneliness.
And pulls down the walls of hate.
She sinks the ships of depression.
I surrendered when she broke down my
gates.
She has taken the empire of my soul.
Have you ever found her kind
In your nature books?

She raids the cities
Of my painful past
And brings to me its spoils.


She is not beautiful?
Your eyes will never tell you she is.
Her beauty is not given to sight to
behold.


She exhales fire; I burn.
She beats my pen into a sword; I conquer.

She is not among the daughters
That go down the stream at eve
With earthen pots to draw water.

She is wingless
Without the poetry
My heartbeats recites.
My whispers are the wind
She glides in.
I sail on her tears
To realms the eagles have not seen.

My ink is the only wine that intoxicates her.
When she lies drunk in my arms
that's when I sneak away
And you find me here.

Do not frown at this slave I have become.
O do not!
For I am gladly enchanted.
There is no return.
Seek me not.
You will never find me.
tracing my footprints on the sands.
Footprints can only be found
on the sands of time.
The realm in her
arms is timeless.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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Riabi Dziri Avatar
March 22, 2018 at 5:34 AM
Wonderfully pleased and enchanted when reading your poem. It is amazing. I wanted to select favourite lines I couldn't! All the lines are equally powerful and inspirational! Enjoyed reading your piece of work! Thank you for sharing. Keep inking beauty.
Deep Avatar
April 3, 2018 at 9:56 AM
O Besma! I appreciate the words made it to your great heart. Much love. Martins Deep!
Knight Avatar
March 9, 2018 at 10:42 AM
I felt all tingly inside when I read this poem. Great imagery. It was as pleasing to my mind's eye as it was my ears.
One Avatar
March 8, 2018 at 7:02 AM
Great first post Martins, welcome to poetry soup...
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