I sought your love and had it then,
in spite of pain, I would again,
in welcoming your bite,
I know it must be right,
and only miss what might have been.
Look to mine eyes, know this is true,
how love will end, as love must do
but in your eyes I soar,
Black Widow, wanting more
of all the pain that comes from you.
To find your love, as love has been,
I'd lay me down with you again
well knowing 'for the morn
I'd rue the day I's born
but in your web, be caught again.
© ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet
Copyright © Vee Bdosa | Year Posted 2018