MY MYSTERY WITH LOVE

The beauty and the brain
A resourceful maiden i imagined
And then i chased
The truth and the lies within

In wild-eye flair
I crushed i burned
And aroused
Like a broken angel

My true essence
I bridled up
Leaving my uncovered faithfulness
Murdered at twilight delight

Sail of same story
My gyps with love
Waiting unrest
In the nest of next



Poetry by Owen
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Written on 2010-12-01 at 11:49

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Wonderfully expressed point of view on the compassion of love in its purest form; being vulnerable with innocence. Age makes no difference for we experience love after lover after love while romance sits in the back seat every now and then.
I like this one a great deal, you seemed to ponder a lot in these thoughts of all-in-all.
2010-12-01


John Ashleigh
Such a pleasure to read. Thankyou for sharing.

Regards,
John.
2010-12-01