Angel
Kiss
You
looked into my eyes for longer than only a game
You
whispered too but I’ll never know your name
I always
noticed your royal blue eyes
I coveted
your beautiful cherry red lips, no lies
Cupid’s
arrow dislocated by Aphrodite fighting Venus
Spite the
substance on which courtly love thrives
In the
armory of those goddesses, Saint Valentine their mercenary
Pawns in
this heavenly war, the fragile emotions of humanity
Wreckage
is the longing that imagination weaves
Nobody
loses, so frustrations are emotional thieves
Constantly
searching for what never was, but felt lost
I’m loves’
Ancient Mariner, on love’s sea tossed
But where’s
that line between love’s desire and lust?
First the
eye sees and then the high seas of love
Better to
have loves from lust and that enduring affection?
Or love
with endurance, a tempered addiction
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