EARTHQUAKES AND CONFESSIONS

EARTHQUAKES AND CONFESSIONS

She writes these rhymes,

For the credit is not mine,

These words are mere expressions,

Of my adoration towards the obvious confession,

Her “I love you(s)” are my obsession,

There is no doubt my heart is within her possession,

She moves me with the magnitude of an earthquake,

One to my very core does it shake,

Aftershocks of love send me sprawling,

Tremors so powerful that I’m left crawling,

For I’m weakened to my knees,

Yet from the epicenter do I not flee,

Instead I’m drawn in,

Into the hysteria of her heart within,

This beautiful catastrophe,

Has a hold on me,

For I must confess,

I love her without protest,

A poetic tragedy are these words,

For I may pen them but the credit should all be hers.

-brad