Lovers at Sunset

This is my take on love,it came to me about two years ago,then it was just a phrase,i came up with the poem later on.:)I hope u like it,please Review it.Critisism is welcome-but no Flames pls.thanks bye!


Love Is A Tortured Soul

Love is a tortured soul.
Drenched in the bearing of it’s kind, and the lost.
For it gets lost quite easily; it’s naïve and foolish-desperate.
Love is a tortured soul.
It’s always there, waiting for u to find it in it’s dark dim home, longing for another of it’s kind to relate and confide to.
They come sometimes, of so it thinks.
It’s always being teased by...