Passion

My lips are inflamed
With a thirst only
Your lips can slake
No desire on earth
Is as great as my empire of love
For as long as you remain
My true master I will forever be
Your faithful slave

Some have chosen red and blue
As the colour of love
But mine is colourless like the secret
Of your virtue
Very silent and endless
Like invisible realities absorbed in my thoughtful moments

by irenio irenaeus bero

Comments (1)

a great fun and amusing poem. Enjoyed reading. Thanks for sharing.10 points.