Tag Archive | Love

Sweet Subtlety

It’s the little things

like you thinking of buying

me a bar of my

favourite chocolate, that

say that you truly love me.

I love your sweet subtlety.

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Parents 

They nurture their seeds.

Lovingly they’re blossoming

beautiful flowers.

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©Jacqui Slade

Love Is A Slow Burn 

It’s a passionate flame

Igniting souls with its

ferocious flicker and

scorching intensity.

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Its hellish damnation

is its fiery nature.

Emblazoned with desire

for its beloved spark

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to combust in kindled

sweet nothings. Smothered

the glow is extinguished.

Loves waning’s a slow burn

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Ones lust is cremated,

the other walks away.

Their passion still burning

leaving, their warm hearts scarred.

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©Jacqui Slade

Time For A Change 

When you love somebody dearly

but the relationship’s estranged,

and you feel taken for granted

maybe it is time for a change.

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Alter your own expectations

and take people for who they are.

You know nobody is perfect

and perhaps your opinion’s marred

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by idealist perceptions

of what your connection should be.

it could be your own attitude

that’s causing all the misery.

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Even true love wanes with pressure,

give your heart time to beat alone

Leave your trusted soul air to breathe

because a person’s never owned.

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©Jacqui Slade

Harvest Moon 

The clouds are iridescent

in love with the moon tonight.

The stratosphere’s glowing in

it’s celestial delight.

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Crescent illuminations

enlighten wisp nebula.

In darkness it’s a cosmic

orange orb of plethora.

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The twilight lies with passion

as the heavens float on by.

The lunar cast enchantment

Is embedded in the skies.

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Hearts are bound in fluorescence,

and the night will harvest love.

Embracing moonlight dreamers

in their sanctity of lust.

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©Jacqui Slade

Warm And Fuzzy

Incoherent hearts

lead our senses astray in

their endless pursuit.

Love’s an illogical thing,

its force both warm and fuzzy.

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©Jacqui Slade

Putrid

Putrid

I don’t want your love

something is amiss,

your heart is made of stone

I don’t want your kiss.

I don’t need your words

sharpened in their charms

Never will I find

comfort in your arms.

I don’t need your soul

breathing down on me,

putrid eyes of hate

all I ever see.

I don’t want to give

your abuse my head,

truthfully I cry

inside I am dead.

©Jacqui Slade