Pure love
Behind my toothful grin
tucked under my sins
wrapped beneath
the skin of my pride
lies a beating heart
It throbs with passion
with veins threatening
to burst with thick
knowledge of
the existence of that
mysterious something
Whatever the results
it brings;
that something which
I call love,
sometimes brings
more pain than jubilee
Perhaps I played it
the wrong way
call me silly
deem me foolish
but the being in me
tries hard to believe in
a love as pure
as angel’s breath
that lays yet
only on the tip of
my nose.