Racing, exciting and exploding; at once
A blanket surrounding you
With warmth and desire
Blood racing as a raging fire
Building from deep in your soul
Until it engulfs your entire being
Your mind whirls stormily of ideas
That leads to only them
A knot that churns in your chest
Bubbling with excitement and happiness
In anxiety of hearing their voice.
A Little of Love
Contentment pours out of mesmerizing lips
With honey-covered words dribbling unto
You; making you feel sweeter and more precious
Hearing only your own heartbeat pounding
In your ears and against your chest
As a detailed picture drifts in your mind;
A much desired haunting.
A Little of Love
Every movement and softness that comes to their
Eyes; never go unnoticed
Their laughter and the simple curve of their lips
The clouds seam only the first step to your
Ever escalating happiness; that nothing else
Seems to matter; but that look
Given only to you: eating you up inside
When you feel like life can hold no more
Hidden treasure for you; but
Your only proven wrong yet again!
A Little of Love
Categories:
stormily, love,
Form: Free verse
Normally stormily
Ludwig von Beethoven
bangs his piano, then
bangs it some more.
"Freiheit," not "Freude," is
anti-tyrannically
man’s right and duty and
that is the score!
Categories:
stormily, life, music, philosophy,
Form: Verse