POETRY - SHARDS OF BROKEN GLASS

SHARDS OF BROKEN GLASS
As real as reflections on polished glass,
Your fragile beauty; vividly dwells in my mind,
Your ethereal presence; comforting for every hour I pass,
Each minute lost in thought; hoping love in you to find.

For in sweet surrender; I drift along in a heady trance,
My soul in turmoil; gladly counting each passing day,
My feelings all on fire; yearning to get a chance,
For just a moment; all my heart’s desire to say.

But forsaken and lonely; like a lost spiritual pilgrim of old,
My flames of passion flare, and my heart burns with a crave,
My arms aching; just your supple body to hold,
So that my dead soul; can rise from this emotional grave.

Like the ocean; my heart opens wide,
Reaching out in grace; your tender love to embrace,
But my pure devotion; sail against time and tide,
And now I feel; as melancholic as a penitent in disgrace.

Daily I search my heart; but find no hate,
For in reposeful sweetness; within me you stay,
Like an angel of hope; sent by heavenly fate,
Peace of mind to give; when meekly I pray.

Now my dream is shattered,
By a painful memory; of a moment’s passionate token,
That like a raging storm; has left my feelings scattered,
Like shards of glass broken.

Poetry - IS IT LOVE OR LUST?

IS IT LOVE OR LUST?
When no word or sound is heard,
When the hint of a ravishing smile,
Like the sparkling sun,
Mellows darkness out of my heart,
Is it love or lust?

When she beams a direct look at me,
And heaven opens in my heart,
When our hearts as one twine,
Each joyfully saying you are mine,
Is it love or lust?

When I burn with fiery desire,
And desperately long to be part of you,
When your gait is a symphony of gracefulness,
And your voice a sweet melody in my ears,
That nourishes hope in my soul,
Is it love or lust?

When we fall into each other’s arms,
When our lips part in an instant,
Of eternal breathlessness,
When tongue deliciously touches and teases tongue,
In an intimacy of hot kisses,
When flames of passion,
Engulf both of us in flowery oblivion,
Is it love or lust?