Cost


Love,
at any cost
the casualty is me.
Agony;
so exquisite,
Craving broadens the
Precious moment of breathless.
You,
Light in my soul,
Brings
The universe into calm.
The warmth of your arms
Enfold me into night.
J. Flynn ©

Poem Rating:
Click To Rate This Poem!

Continue Rating Poems


Share This Poem