My love has no edges
it is like a great ripe fruit,
both, sustaining and life giving
Your love is a sword
its' hilt as a cross
both, protective but life taking.
As it cuts me in half
sucking the juice I provide
in willing sacrifice to sustain you
Copyright ©2007 John Thomas Tansey
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Who knows? Soon there may come sweet love! There is hope, John!