Love Poem by chantelle ribeiro

Love
It is what defines me
A short word
Yet powerful in its complexity
I was born from love
I think of it every second
I live for it
Without it I am
like the burnt out wick from a candle
shriveled and small
insignificant
My heart is filled with its magic
I wear it on my sleeve
I ooze its sensual power
seduce with its fire
that resides in my eyes
I am its mistress
I tremble at its cruelty
and explode in its ecstasy
Its passion laid bare
upon the virgin snow
I understand its many faces
its levels of intensity
Therefore I suffer in this infinite wisdom
baring the mark of the rose
Upon my breast