~{-+-}~. . .Persian Love. . .~{*.*-}~ (-A POEM-)

What is this feeling that he brings to you?

When even you know that it could never be…

You don’t see this kind of love.

You feel it.

Tender hearted,

Souls entwined,

Within a dance for all eternity.

He grips you,

Like you are his last and only hope.

Your spirit sways,

And you can feel the turmoil like a storm within.

      It rages…

 Across the ages.

And the spirit transcends oceans…

Of a far off place…

And another time.

A human spirit,

That was caught amid the sands.

Of a far off world.

   Dance for him.

And he is sure to come.

And with each step,

The heart is won.

                                

At this moment,

You need your hero.

The only dance,

That she knows.

                

A shake of her hips,

The taste of his lips,

The flush of her hair,

with each escaping breath,

                                

The trembling hands.

And it is all but the strength,

With which he carries her away now.

But his heart is what tears,

     And grips at her soul.

Because this one cannot be.

Because this is not.

     But it is what she needs.

And in this moment,

Wrought with tempered steam,

That must be vented,

Lest it consume them both.

      In a rage.

     And yet,

It is the love within us,

  The heart and soul,

That brings these things.

                Not lies.

                Not strength,

                And not the picture that you see.

But the passion held between,

      And the love,

That is as strong as a thousand men.

  That gives you this.

         This Love.

                ~ (2/1/19)