Posted by helen midgley on September 29, 2013
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Love is the touch that renders me still,
And Love is the hunger that I cannot fill,
Love is the kindling that feeds a wild fire,
And Love is the flame that reaches up higher.
Love is the scent of an apple blossom tree,
And love is the flower that you open in me,
Love is the daisy that is linked by a chain,
And love is the sunshine that comes before rain.
Love is the breath that is whispered on skin,
And love is the blood that simmers within,
Love is the heat of the passion beneath,
And love is the wanting that I cannot sheath.
Love is the melee that rages for peace,
And love is the prisoner that yearns for release,
Love is the conflict that fights as we mate,
And love is the soldier whose battle I sate.
Love is the essence of all that we share,
And love is my reason to think that you care,
Love is the words that still lay unspoken,
And love is the wish for just a small token.
Love is the ache that I carry inside,
And love is the struggle I have with my pride.
Love is the one thing I know you won’t give,
And love is the reason that makes me forgive.