I will leave you then,
But I have stolen from my lips.
The unsatisfying honey to allay
The raging of my thirst,
Just as the bee slips
Fresh nectar from an open bud.
For what soul was left,
I wondered when you
Would travel back to your destiny.
I cease not from my desire
Until it is satisfied,
Or let my mouth attain my love’s sweet kiss.
Let my soul expire
Sighed from my heart,
That sought a heart in vain.
When the gatekeepers come for you
They approach with calmness and revenge.
The seductress is deeply forsaken
When blood is drawn from her heart,
Seeping into enemies veins.
For when the gatekeepers come,
They come for what they love.
She is torn when her blood
Is dripping into the hands
Of what was once
Love Poems by Candice of Measurements of Merriment
Deepest Desires ©Robin Allen 2016
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