In love, what is that

April 1, 2016

The greatest delight

Knowing it hurts

Recognizing the pain

As though it

Never was present

In my morning songs

With those fingers intertwined

Though we hummed along

My fingers tapped the heart

In doubt of its rhythm

Unaware of faithful pleas

Living a life

In self discovery

With each touch,

Each nimble kiss

Was found a newer thief

Of the growing hunger

To always hold close

This ticking time bomb

That inevitable end

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Grant-Grey Porter Hawk GudaMay 12, 2016

<p>Powerful expression. Always let poetry fill your life. Keep expressing your heart.  </p>