With your out-stretched arms....

With your out-stretched arms...
I'll run your hand through my hair,
so that I may feel how much you care.
I'll pass your finger across my lips,
and taste your soul in tiny sips.

With your arms stretched out....
So clear to see the look upon your face,
anticipating my loves warm, warm embrace.
I can see that twinkle in your eye
For your attention I need no longer vie

With your outstretched arms...
Never could I resist such invitation,
A hug. A breath. A harmonious vibration.


It would be so hard for me two face away...
And so hard to throw away your face...

With your arms stretched out.....
bound and shackled just as your feet,
just envision how our souls will meet,
I said our love would never fade.
I'll prove that here with this rusty blade.

It will be just like "what's his name" and Juliet
Shhhhh....
Stop wishing that we never met!!!
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Sep 2009
About this poem:
To completely contradict my last poem...here's this one.
Just so you all know, I'm not crazy or violent....just....in love :)

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gypsyheart
Glad you found love Anonymous-love really has mysterious wonders about ithug
MrAnonymous
You have been most kind ...but I fear, this poem, you may have missed the point....and I'm not really in love sigh
fareaway
GH
no this is not love
its something i do understand
AND I JUST DONT CARE!
MrAnonymous
I had a feeling I should not have posted this one. I feel I should explain what it's about.

The main idea is having to coerce the love out of someone but being completely oblivious that that's what I was doing. I lost this girl to someone who I personally heard say that he "owned her". And it seemed (with exagerration) the only way that I could be with her would be to restrain her...just as he.
By taking someone's freedom, I will be no better than him. So if I did that, I might as well kill her. And the end is kind of where I transform into him.

It's the same theme in "so I wrote a poem"...except there I just step back and let him "win" because I'm angry at her and despite all my warning, she chooses her own fate.
hedistuff
I like this work. It reminds me of another writers declaration of "I must kill you". Meaning...I gather...I love you, in that...should you die, then I die. The ultimate sacrifice...or some such logic.
shore55
YES YOU DO YOU BOTH ARE THE SAME TWO PROFILES ONE PERSON
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gypsyheart
Oh ok i understand... "I might as well kill her. And the end is kind of where I transform into him."Great poem nevertheless...difficult to understand at first MrAnonymousbouquet
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