Look Again into the Looking Glass
Into fogged looking glass of rhyme
Must I lie to myself one more time
Count wrinkles in old imaged grime
Taking inured inventory line by line
Dream of what the wind brings in
Reasoned voices over groaning din
Two hearts that really cannot win
Beyond the boundaries passion’s sin
You a perfect vision in desire’s sight
Sweet heart-stopper unheard delight
Stroll my mind both day and night
Who really cares if wrong or right…
Sheila
Passion is the poet's lot.
Well done.
I often wonder why logic sometimes takes a backseat to the passions of the heart...as I have also looked into my looking glass...
...knowing, feeling, experiencing attractions want..."wrong or right"
Peace & Blessings
Vickie
That quotation "all's fair in love and war" huh, whoever dreamed that one up, must not of been shat on from a great height, or was a total numnut...Nothing fair about the co-existence of love and war!!
Aside from all that Fee, beautifully written my dear friend, as always..
Hugss Ch'erie
Anna
Georg
Be always safe,
Karen
hugs,
Christine
Peace, love, and light,
Amber "V"
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D