remember them, those
days where love
demanded what it
couldn’t take
the crazy ways
it said that we
could not escape
its fabled grip
it didn’t say beware
or caution us or ask
forgiveness when
we fell in love
instead it laughed
to stars above on
nights too short
with briefer days
call me what you will
it says, I am a thief,
but what I took
you freely gave...
© 17 December 2008, I. D. Carswell
Ivan! I don't know what to say...you've changed your writing syle a bit...you kind of met me half way. lol
ReplyDeleteI have to say I'm impressed. I like it a lot.
The previous few poems are in this style. Keep it up my good fellow!
bessye