Not knowing where it began or will end...
Times filled with tears
Times in your arms
Times I climb walls, even
fell in love with your
truths and lies.
I hurt, kisses
lessen not pains

Is love a pleasant indulgence, or
A natural unlearned emotion?
Ovid why see love an art
these years, we know it’s not.
No teacher of love for women
Just victims of your art
Romantic to the core thy art.
loneliness and
frustration are our lot

Wounded by cupid’s dart
Drip, drop, drop...
blood -tear-filled nights, I shiver.
Low burns fire in ripe age
but my ladle overflows with love.

So, thrist no more my aried mouth.
Love and me are where we belong
and love is the price of war

September 20,2009
Almedia S Knight

Almedia Knight Oliver

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-victim-of-love-2/