Caught By Love
by
David Pekrul
copyright 08-13-2005
Age Rating: 10 to 127
I'm tired and beat,
But I can't seem to sleep,
I am tossing and turning all night.
For my mind's in a whirl,
As I think of that girl,
Wearing pearls on a dress of pure white.
And her radiant charm,
Gives me cause for alarm,
For I think I am falling in love.
Just the look in her eyes,
There I am, hypnotized,
She's an angel from Heaven above.
So I put up a fight,
Quite aware of my plight,
For I said I would never be wed.
Wanted women for fun,
Not be married to one,
But to live as a bachelor instead.
Now she's walking my way,
With a sexy sashay,
And my heart starts to beat like a drum.
I am feeling all right,
With this wonderful sight,
But my cowardly feet start to run.
Now, what would you do,
If this happened to you,
After saying you'd never get caught?
Would you run for the door,
Or come begging for more,
Or just marry her, like it or not?
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The last two lines say it all. And once the glow is gone? The poem has the feel of limericks and is very flippant with the idea it presents. The rhyming is fine, the form fine, but ?????
Can't she just move in till the lust dies? This is a well written poem and love is special when you are in it and trivial when you are not. We all need some kind of interaction with others. To some this is love, some friendship and others just imagination. I know your love is real and so is Andrew's(not the girl, the feeling) Thanks my friend, Anthony
This poem was ok, but I felt it lacked any real emotion. It seemed a little mechanical to me. I hope you're not angry that I wrote this, but it is what I think. As for love... I am single, always was and always will be. I know what this kind of 'love' refers to. It is merely a instinctually motivated response facilitated by chemicals released in the body. The reason, we call it 'love', is that as sentient beings, we don't want to admit to ourselves that it is only natures little trick to make us procreate(the only goal of nature is procreation!). I do love somebody, but it is real love, not a result of nature's sick joke-and yes, she is a 'fictional' character. Again, sorry if this upsets you...it's not against you or your poem personally. It's just that your poem gave me these thoughts, and I thought I'd share them with you. I hope this is ok.
By the way, anyone who has been 'in love' will say it's real love, until of course they get a divorce. Real love lasts forever...not just until the people involved get bored with each other.
I do like most of your poems, it's just ones on this particular subject tend to get me going. Plus, I'm in a really weird mood today. Sorry.
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