Fever Of Love... (Please read with clamness)

in poetry •  2 years ago 

My love is as a fever, longing still..
Tempering high to my disease..

Depth of this heart, never shown for right,
Jealousy, Pride as dark as night...

No cure, for these pulses to calm,
I wish I could sacrifice, and perish in your arms...

Death has no extent,
for these anxious desires ...
No pain no gain,
In this taste of fire...

My love is as a fever, longing still,
Tempering high to my disease...

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Beautiful line for Love making

Thank you so much brother

lovely Poetry, really nice