Carolyn Ford Witt

Rookie - 131 Points (1943 / Indiana USA)

- * Amour * - - Poem by Carolyn Ford Witt

- * AMOUR * -

My love, there is no measure
for the feelings that transpire.
I know that deep inside of me
they build a raging fire.

Each little touch or whisper
sets off a tremoring wave,
That shakes each quivering particle,
my body to enslave.

So how can I endeavor
to think about today,
When every waking part of me
is in such disarray.

Tomorrow may not come again
for I cannot endure
The all consuming aftermath
Of your grandeous Amour.......

Author: Carolyn Ford Witt
Ms. Caroline
© 10-29-05


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, October 22, 2009

Poem Edited: Monday, March 11, 2013


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