12-20-2014, 08:00 AM
Fresh words of love are hesitant, a kiss too soon meets ice;
like glass upon your picture keeps my lips from touching you.
Some say that love of words, though meant, will fail to hearts entice;
best keep them in some secret place, well hid from cynic's view.
You who lampoon the love struck loon with cliche cry and claim,
forget that once the flame has left your black and empty grate,
the chill sets in, your blood runs cold, and though you feel no pain,
another sense will heighten and your passion turn to hate.
Embrace the words of those in love, who find what once was lost,
the endless searcher, thwarted soul, bereaved, bereft, alone;
youthful but broken, bleeding hearts, dismayed when first they're crossed.
Begone the censorship of love, write on lovelorn, write on!
tectak
2014
like glass upon your picture keeps my lips from touching you.
Some say that love of words, though meant, will fail to hearts entice;
best keep them in some secret place, well hid from cynic's view.
You who lampoon the love struck loon with cliche cry and claim,
forget that once the flame has left your black and empty grate,
the chill sets in, your blood runs cold, and though you feel no pain,
another sense will heighten and your passion turn to hate.
Embrace the words of those in love, who find what once was lost,
the endless searcher, thwarted soul, bereaved, bereft, alone;
youthful but broken, bleeding hearts, dismayed when first they're crossed.
Begone the censorship of love, write on lovelorn, write on!
tectak
2014