burn your love deep
burn into my heart
leave your imprint
lasting scars
pierce my palms
pierce with your nails
leave your imprint
lasting scars
without your love
a hole would remain
your imprint
the scars
burn forever
forever, our love
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Paul Stewart
Award-Winning Writer, Poet, Scottish-Italian, Subversive.
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"Death cannot stop true love, only delay it." – Wesley in The Princess Bride. I decided to come back to Vocal on a very cold and dark night at the end of December. I had been, and still am, convalescing from a horrible staph infection that had gone misdiagnosed for months. This, paired with the increasing challenges of being healthy, making the best choices for my co-parented child, being a wife, and being a director at a new job, was a lot to manage.
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Comments (7)
Nawwww!!! 👏 This is reminds me partly of a song lyric but I can’t remember which… I like that imprint idea though! Also D’s comment below! 🤣 - she will come after me one day!
To everything, burn, burn, burn, there is a season, burn, burn, burn, & a time for ever loving purpose under heaven.
Huh, another one woth nails piercing the palm. I love that reference. This was a very intense poem. An intense kinda love. So Paulitical! 🍩🥐
As always... beautifully written. Being surreal poetry... like Hannah, I am left wondering about the nature of this love story.
I can't decide of this love is wholly healthy!
beautiful
Nice