- * Amour * - Poem by Carolyn Ford Witt
- * Amour * -
- * 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
Each little touch or whisper sets off a tremoring wave, That shakes each quivering particle, my body to enslave....................................evocatively ingenious, quest yet riffles to touch of whisper...10/10 thanks for sharing
A poem filled well love flaws through it from the start to the end
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4/24/2024 7:48:52 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Bravo! Excellent rhythm, lovely images, good rhymes.