Intruders?A Poem by Elliott Zettel
Love is an unexpected enemy,
She rips a door inside your heart,
And says it is her home.
Joy prances on Love’s roof with no penalty at all,
He seeks weak spots, as swiftly as a dart,
He deceives you for a moment, and claims he has no other place to roam.
Peace she comes she goes and only leaves us enmity,
We can’t find her when we need her, for escape’s her greatest art,
And leaves when time’s convenient, to find another’s dome.
These feelings that we feel,
Are no more but intruders.
© 2012 Elliott Zettel
Added on June 14, 2012
Last Updated on June 14, 2012