Confusion of the Fittest

Coffee Mugg

In the days of roses
I close my eyes
The nights we must confess
I think of you
My heart your heart clutches
Bodies intertwined
Good feelings not duress
I wonder I ponder
I know you think this odd
What to do
The way this is written
How to make you mine
My heart has been gnawed
You have my love
But never ever smitten
You know this true
You and I it must be
Made in the heavens above
Forever and a day
A love our love
A time of hope that is free
Something
When love comes our way
We have to pursue.

Published by Coffee Mugg

I am a 60 year old male, born and raised in Alabama. Have been in construction most of adult life, and had lived in Orlando Fl for over 30 years. Have now come back to Alabama. Could be considered an expert...  View profile

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  • Lisa Renee.2/1/2008

    Very sweet and sentimental...lovely poem.

  • Coffee Mugg2/1/2008

    Just so you know this is two poems in one. Every other lines is part of a seperate poemin itself. ken

  • Linda Ann Nickerson2/1/2008

    Love the title . . . . very sweet and sentimental verse too.

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