The silence of Love...

If I could cup that moment;
In sweet caresses, that are meant
Just ‘twixt you and me;
In the clutter of thoughts,
I see that gentle stream;
Trickling, tumbling, telling,
Its tale of love, spelling
In every word of this verse
I break free from the curse
The silence that would speak
The gushing rapids, to yours’

Is what my eyes seek

Revenge?

I wish my words would gnash like knife

to see the squirt of blood, in hateful strife

upon my wounded enemy,

 I would seek my victory

to see him cower down

like the way he had me torn?

What victory would that be

That turns ashen, with remorse that sets in me

To avenge the hurt, the hate, the pain,

The seething anger, the battle fought tooth & nail

The weak that writhes out, pale

It’s his defeat drumming on my ears,

as i weary out, with those spears 

Was it not the weakling in me,

To have been wrested

By an inkling of an enemy?