Not knowing where it began or will end... <br />Times filled with tears <br />Times in your arms <br />Times I climb walls, even <br />fell in love with your <br />truths and lies. <br />I hurt, kisses <br />lessen not pains <br /> <br />Is love a pleasant indulgence, or <br />A natural unlearned emotion? <br />Ovid why see love an art <br />these years, we know it’s not. <br />No teacher of love for women <br />Just victims of your art <br />Romantic to the core thy art. <br />loneliness and <br />frustration are our lot <br /> <br />Wounded by cupid’s dart <br />Drip, drop, drop... <br />blood -tear-filled nights, I shiver. <br />Low burns fire in ripe age <br />but my ladle overflows with love. <br /> <br />So, thrist no more my aried mouth. <br />Love and me are where we belong <br />and love is the price of war <br /> <br />September 20,2009 <br />Almedia S Knight<br /><br />Almedia Knight Oliver<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-victim-of-love-2/
