The Life Of Love

Life is a poem. Write each line as you go, some make sense, some don't.
It's like drawing a line over another line and saying they don't cross.
Pen carves words into eyes that burn into souls so deep.
Pens will be replaced by the latest technology.
Life is a game of black magic and you're the voodoo doll. Do as it says or be bound by a curse.
A potion so toxic, you can hear it eating you from the inside out.
Taste bittersweet poison.
I see him everywhere but at the same time he's never there.
Like the vision of a Greek God I thought was Luke on stage at Wembly. Oh wait, it was.
So close to almost touching his strong fingers.
Plucking the guitar strings, hearing them scream.
Smell his invigorating cologne, drowning my senses from halfway across the room.
Une attraction naturelle.
The absolute definition of perfection, that boy doe!
Rose finds herself losing sleep, causing her to dream.
Life. A bittersweet poison eating you from the inside out.

A.H.