Poem #46

Tempest Kept
Shiver in step and quiver in love
Some to own, but just one to love
A mysterious thing, this love

If it becomes too much, will you cry out?
A pain, a sting, so sweet you can’t do without
It brings me joy to be the one that brings this about

Some call it freaky, but I’ll call it love.

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