The Hazards Of Love poem by Margaret Leora Workman; Warponie Art

The Hazards of Love by Margaret Leora Workman; Warponie Art The feelings that you invoke within me are hazardous you make me delirious you are monstrous you and your lustrous heart. You have saved me from death, now I am your inmate. you know within me. Do NOT serve me with your tea and jam or call me ma’am. You are terrible but you make me able to stand up. Do you think it is probable that you exist in person? Or is it just my imagination that I could have someone like you? You are alive but not well. I am in hell not knowing the truth of this well so deep in your heart. You never share this water of knowledge, but I do feel the depth when I am drowning within you, how do you live? Will I ever know how sublime you are? Within that hidden well. Will I know your station? Will you ever buy me a radio? By Margaret Leora Workman; Warponie Art !– /wp:image –>