Posted on September 20th, 2009 in Poetry, When it comes to love
I saw you holding out your hands,
Like a pack of feral beasts-
I capture your essence.
When I wander the earth
I fall in love without command,
My heart—stolen by the feast.
The quintessence of your soul,
When I wander the earth
Is a lone star, gently calling
How could I ever be without peace?
When I am acquiesce to your love.
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