2-for-1, two poems for you

An Arrow through Me

Love is like an arrow

straight through the heart

Its sharp blow pierces my lung, 

and I can not breathe

The look in your eyes

is hard to endure

O, sweet love,

won’t you let me go? 

She will never let me go (Onward Hearts)

She lets go gently as I stare at her; 

She is made up of stars, and dreams; planets

really that shine brighter than a fiery ball

called the sun

I wanted another kiss; a tender peck was

everything to me; the sweet taste lingers on my lips still