the feeling that i had wasn't love
just because i felt i could touch the stars above
looking into his eyes didn't put me in a trance
just because i felt i was floating and wanted to dance
the touch of his hand, didn't make my heart race
just because my body ached for his warm embrace
the soft whispers in my ear , didn't ignite a flame
just because i forgot even my own name
just because our bodies stirred passionate heat
didn't make me want to tear off his clothes
and dropped them at his feet
It's whatever you want it to
It's whatever you want it to be. Not complicated at all unless you want it to be. Confusion, misunderstandings of feelings vs. love, reality vs delusions, vs illusions vs, our egos.... all a matter of choice. There is no 'magic' fantasmical found to be defined as love.
Great write!! ~peace~
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...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
thank you
thank you so much for reading ,,i write from my heart about whats on my mind