Facets of affection fluctuate ascetically,
undulate from mere fondness
to adoration.
Yet sandwiched between
can be cool synthetical
love.
A naively misplaced lifetime vocation
which some advocate
is quite enough,
to display an avid distaste
of strong emotion and antidote
is taken towards
ardent states of mind.
But I will decline if fate
offers me no deeper, core-felt feelings,
which afford
warmer incisions into my heart.
Excitable
sensuous, tenderised facets of love, desiring
attachment for life,
but with need for a rightful passion.
To this I subscribe, and admit love's firey
side which will set alight flames
to the face of amour.
This is the kind of relationship
my heart yearns for.
The language speaks for itself(Was that an oxymoron ?)lol! Okay, let's get serios now....This is geuine poetry, almost a tinge of classic with its rich measure of your TM Contempo style....But all that said, I must echo Mr. Turners assessment, and simply add.... What else would we expect from a Poet of your calibur?! You Rock, lass ! FjR-2010