Love Is

fervent looks twisted thoughts
hands crumpling twisted cloth
blindness mindless also grasping
harrowing calls torment rasping
selfish emotions thinking of one
focus so narrow others are shunned
lives are lived in shadows so dark
rivers of tears won't dampen the spark
unrequited or unconditional
some won't stop 'til they get their fill
fierce unforgiving forever burns
within the womb the yearning's learned

harvest of red

you said you loved me
i didn't know you meant now
not tomorrow not forever
just now this minute
like 'have a nice day'

you said you loved me
enough to make me believe
growing blossoms in my heart
sewing seeds of promise
but they were lies

you said you loved me
and now with hands toiling
life pumping out against my scythe
I finally believe you
I had a nice day

©Trish Shields
020805