A Poem by EmotionalBLACKmade

Love songs rise slowly at times: this is to be sung out of a well spring of true romance mixed with the knowledge that we leave ourselves open to the currents of emotions when l.o.v.e....




She’s a slow burner

I’ll be a late riser

She captured my heart

Love’s on the horizon

Can’t tell if she wants to go marry me

I hide my charm under philosophy

Our chemistry may become history

Please don’t take your longing eyes off me

Love is strong


I want to call her

But she calls me over

Beaten me again

My eternal poser


I’m bitten, I’m healed, and salvation’s not free

I’d give you my all, if I was, savvy

Let me kiss you like Ray played the ivory

And hold you until the night says now sleep

Love is strong


She’s a mind racer

And life it don’t phase her

She picked at my heart

And this love is strong


She’s a slower burner

I want to call her

It’s all in slow motion

Too good to go on

Though this love is strong



Richard Stevens

© 2016 EmotionalBLACKmade

Author's Note

What do you think of the prospects of this being sung? Hearts wax lyrical...but did I?! :)

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Added on June 3, 2016
Last Updated on June 3, 2016
Tags: love, hearts, pop, monologue, Jamaica, black, culture, humane



London, London, United Kingdom

I've been writing poetry and short tales since primary school in the 80's. Arguably my most enjoyable educational years, I've given back by being a primary school TA for over 4 years. A 'social actor'.. more..