Category : Poems

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Within the deep

Yet again here we be,
A place swearing we’d never be,
Boiling welling up deep within,
The fires of passion just like we began.

‘Tis not proper when one belongs to another,
Something felt that cannot be ignored.
‘Tis a curse! When one belongs to another. 

This longing one must feel,
When looks be all we dare steal.
To our hearts, we must appeal.
When within thine touch a fire I feel.

‘Tis torture whence thine face I long to see,
Whence thine Touch I long to feel.

What of this love?
Dare we to steal? 
Dare this be real…..