Love she is, a red red rose 🌹
With thorns within her leaves
Perfumed coverlets on graves of the dead
Left there by the left one that grieves.
Love she is, a sparkling wine
Waking feelings that sleep and wait to be woke
Inhibitions set free by her intoxications
Birthing passions and poetries that wait to be wrote.
Love she is, the sweetest thing
And the saddest thing of all
The cold of Winter, the heat of Summer
Spring's bloom and the decay of Fall.
Love she is, the tiger's wildness
The soft and playful paws
The kittenish purr wrapped up in fur
But beware the kitten's claws.
For love she is, a two sided thing
She gives and takes away
With such tools employ, she'll bring you joy
And then leave you where you lay.
How do I know this tale of woe?
This mystery I speak of?
This gift of Heaven oft tinged by Hell
My friend, my name is Love. 💓
And Love I am and Love I'll be
Until the end of days
An enigma even unto myself
And no man can learn my ways.
A rose with thorns, a life filled with death
A wine that reveals the deepest, dark flaws
A tiger, exciting and a kitten, enticing
Who will love you and sleep with your heart in her claws.
©by Voo Shining Stone
May 10, 2021
8:42 p.m.
