Sunday, October 22, 2006


Love is...

My pen is poised
Awaiting the words to write
The thoughts are so clear in my mind
Yet the pen does not move
No words are enough
For none can convey
What my body feels
After all the waves have crested
And only the ripples remain
And our hearts are entwined
As tightly as our arms and legs
When our skin melts together
Blurring the lines
And we breath as one
No word has enough meaning
To cause a stroke of the pen
For none can properly define the feeling of
Love is...

3 comments:

Spirit said...

Hmmmm ....all squishy are we???

Sir Dirty Joke said...

Love....is different things to different people.

DevilBlueDress said...

Many times I felt that words do not do us justice.