Your ways, sometimes unkind, always loved wildly. <br />Spontaneously, as you did everything, you loved me. <br />A flame inside you burned and we were driven to it. <br />I was happy for the wild passion that I needed and <br />deserved. <br />You owned me - this I could not share with - you! <br />We rode on a storm each night. <br />Glad to be frightened in your arms I felt the <br />rages boiling inside me. <br /> I felt you grow and our flesh was beating fast <br />United as we watched each others eyes our <br />nights and mornings were filled with us. <br />Slowly it became an art fleeting away <br />It was not the light we lit long ago. <br />Dearest lovers do become prisoners. <br />Our lives seemed to march on. <br />You went back to your painting and I - <br />well I was lost in what seemed a special dream <br />to me. <br />What does a heart do? <br />I loved again but it was not you! <br />It helped me get through the bivouac of life.<br /><br />michele kostelnik<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lovers-13/
