Love is Tiring…

02 Mar


Love is Tiring

 Coalescing into an ineffable infinity of serendipity

evenings of peculiarity and fiery.  There have been

times that I wanted to weep.

Weep, angered that I ever met you.  A stone, yet I am

patient as I gaze into your eyes.  Never understanding

completely, your mind not pliable.

Oh, this too, too, despoiled flesh the path to happiness,

the consummation of my brain.  I think this thing called

love is very tiring, very, very, tiring as the tides of life flows





Ann Johnson-Murphree

Beyond the Voices


Echoing Images from the Soul

Sachet of Poetry






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