Stormy PoeticJustice

My love runs deep as the river desire.

Hot, burning coals –

an eternal flame.

 

The only cure for my maddening thirst

are your spoke words:

“I love you, too”.

 

Fate is cruel, and has created you

beautiful, but alien to my kind of lust –

unattainable.

 

You will float forever in the waters of my soul.

an elegant rose of the deepest red –

and of the sharpest thorns.