Love-struck

By John Herlihy

Sorrow drags us into a dark place,

Happiness feels like delicate lace.

Our guilt bears the strike of a whip,

Satisfaction come to us sip by sip.

The push of hatred a violent shove,

A touch of love has wings of a dove.

Light of your moon eclipses my sun,

Light of your eyes compare to none.

Destiny holds my life in a firm hand,

Time moves thru me as flowing sand.

Procrastination echoes dug-in heels,

Accomplishment echoes organ peels.

Her voice has the quality of soft music,

Her skin the texture of a budding tulip.

Her sweet laugh sounds of bird-notes,

Her breath divine perfume that floats.

Her blue eyes drawn from heaven’s sky,

No one supposes the true reason why.

Anticipation is perfected in its reality;

Mutual love is enslaved in its finality.

Love is a torment that needs feeding,

The anguish produces good breeding.

its voice has no burden of undertone;

Its virtue reveals all down to the bone.

As love-struck, I experience the blues,

The highs and lows we never choose.

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(c) John Herlihy November 2018