| Burning Water Lilies I wonder if the scent of spring-summer water lilies would make you smile and your eyes sparkle in the afternoon sunlight, or if you would scowl, wrinkle your nose up and deprive me of that sugar-sweet grin and eyes the colour of dark chocolate; you make me hungry sometimes, and others, you make me burn, but always, always you leave me wanting, wanting your love; would you want me if I smirked at you enticingly, or if I played it coy, like a kitten, not a cat, or maybe you want me to be a mystery, enigmatic as the first lines of this poem. why can't we just skip all the games; why can't you embrace me and burn me inside just a little more; it's better than the ice that covers me with your frown. just burn me alive, please, just stop playing games... quit teasing me. love poems anonymous |