Bliss

Lemme give you some background, I took a Creative Writing class in high school and only did the work I wanted to do, and this was not one of my 'to do' choices. This assignment was to write a poem that showed a light and dark side to a subject of our choice. I didn't write this poem until a good year after I was out of that class, and by that time I had experienced what is my poem.

Love can be sweet bliss
that gently kisses your forehead
leaving that inexpressable feeling
of happiness and security
coursing through your body
x
Love can be white hot
passionate and exciting
holding you tight
and fufilling your wildest dreams
x
Love can be the blackness
you fall through in your nightmares
fast and frightening
screaming to the end
x
Love can be a scar
leaving you affraid to close your eyes
afraid to open your heart
terrified to feel the pain
in fear to love again

<thanks to Jean for lettin me know the spelling errors!>