The song stole my words
I need your loving
Like the sunshine...
Please give me more
Because everything
Isn’t enough
I need it all
I need it now
I am getting into
The harm of desperation
Kiss me more
Let me kiss you more
Not enough
Let me give you
All that’s here
And what is not
I’ll make it up
Just for you
I am getting into the loss
Of the plural nonsense
And the stars stop shining
Because of my dark embellishment
Get me there
To that place where I feel nothing
But redemption and solitude
And suffering is welcome
Because
Love kills
I need your loving
Like the sunshine
And I’ve learnt nothing
Because I do not get enough…
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19 comments:
Oh Dulce, this is magical...you've captured the desperation, the yearning and maddening intoxication of love. This poem is so passionate and sensual, utterly wonderful.
Thank you so much for all your encouragement and your sweet, sweet comments.
its so enticing!!!
Is it the men's comment area here? No matter, because it seems all which I have heard about SPANISH PASSION is correct. Your posts regularly push the boundaries of romantic thought.
What is more, you have inspired me--yeah, MOI--to write in verse about love. Romance, love and passion just seem to lend themselves to poetic expression. I AM new at this, but it is fun, even IF not always so light, but occasionally serious.
Dulce, you are REALLY good at what you do. Thanks, Canary-Girl!
Love ya, Peep! Here's to our blog connection! (clink!) I'm drinking espresso, OK?
Dulce, isn't it true that what we desire the most becomes our achilies heel.Good stuff~rick
Certainly... love kills, or at least it hurts!
Cool, "Seño".
Kisses,
Tonni
I know thats right! LOVE IT Dulce! I can FEEL the passion in this one...You can never get enough, when its just that good :)
Lovely write Dulce.....
very passionate indeed.
If there is no pain, it is not love. If we can get enough, it is not love. Our tears do not overwhelm the sea of love. It abides. We swim and try not to drown. Roland
Here is a haiku I wrote for my historical fantasy, spoken by an alien, who like Ruth, cried silent tears in the midst of foreign corn :
Dreams drift like clouds,
I reach to touch the moon,
I grasp but empty night.
Love your poetry. Have a week of great awakenings, Roland
Cuando alguien ama así el amor le llega, es una sentencia! vale?
PD: las canciones están siempre sonando en mi, como la poesía y los cuentos, de ahí salen.
Buena semana bonita!!
Besos:)
¡Cuanta pasión despliegan tus versos, amiga mía! ¡ Bello!
Un fuerte abrazo!!!
yes it does , d these words are very good .
kisses with love that won't kiil you , Dulcissima !!
hmmm...so earnestly in love -
great line: the harm of desperation.
hot love,
beautifully written!
Mmmm... beautiful as always Dulce.
Can not agree better with you. Love kills.
But at the end... is it love anyway?
Un amor desesperado y fuerte...
Me ha gustado mucho.
Un beso.
I like it, Dulce.
love,
~Silver
Can we eve get enough???
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