Run It's Course

How does one do this?
How does this equation pan out?
Would we be able to crush this?
                      would one of us dismiss?
Two souls abandoned in drought.
Shivering, I recall each moment with you u as I reminisce.

Your eyes shimmer as the stars align.
I see the same bright in you than the brightness of the moon.
Next to you I find war and sunshine.
Over the edge of sanity into madness I’ll undoubtedly fall.
The strength I’ve found that fuels the ability to walk away,
                             is now borderline.

Your hands paint my bodies canvas with touch.
Teasing,  you’re  intrigued as you start laughing
You’re so beautiful, so much.
In Love’s art we sit, in to fullness we’re darting.
Your beauty surpasses that of words in existence, there are none to describe such bliss.

Feelings grown into an unstoppable force.
Overwhelming in each sight.
In bareness we stare past our souls,
                   limitless it takes off and soars.

We can’t fight,
The only option
                  is for it to run its course.
Beyond us, it’s clear it’s not of us.

Unmethodical force behind this drive
 Sucking us into a wormhole.
Giving all we’ve got to hide so there’s no fuss.
A lost cause, the second my heart,
                        you stole.
Lost in you,tranced I find myself,
    ....... in every cell in you, anew.

About this poem

Written in 2014 Blast from a stupid past

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Written on November 30, 2013

Submitted by MarionS on May 21, 2022

Modified on March 05, 2023

1:17 min read

Quick analysis:

Closest metre Iambic pentameter
Characters 1,365
Words 257
Stanzas 6
Stanza Lengths 6, 6, 5, 4, 4, 7

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