It burns its great, <br />who would want to escape? <br />Its like nothing that I know, <br />that I have felt. <br />Existing desire, <br />consuming each breath. <br />Totally pleasing, <br />chilling to flesh. <br />Controlling the mind, <br />consuming the soul. <br />An impossible question, <br />the answer unknown. <br />Not seen by a vision, <br />no mirage to be shown. <br />A dream shared by both, <br />but a nightmare alone. <br />It can be a magnet, <br />that pulls two souls together. <br />Or a magnet that pushes, <br />them away to wherever. <br />It cant be controlled, <br />but it can be denied. <br />Although truth exist, <br />we can view it has lies. <br />Like a sound that is felt, <br />with no need to touch. <br />It is just like a drug, <br />you cant get enough.<br /><br />saint cynosure ( Ken Bennight )<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/love-993/
