The voice of love is deep as it roars
It tears at the heart
It shakes, it implores
It sucks your life into its own
It makes you uneasy, you cannot find a home

The voice was unclear as it bounced back and forth,
straining your ears,
pulling the cords
Laying open your soul to all of its passion
‘Tis love after all, ‘tis a confession

The language of love is of a higher note
It floats through the air
full of hope
It takes all thoughts away from your mind,
except that one you fought not to find

The language was real,
it told of great pain
If you were to stay,
if you were to remain
But did you leave,
did you try?
No, you stayed, and heard the lie

The one that plunged the dagger deep,
that now you cannot find peace in sleep
Love kills,
they say but passion ignites
Why is it that you ran in fright?

© 2013, Danny Kemp. All rights reserved.

Danny Kemp (14 Posts)

I am sixty-three years of age, married for the second time with two step-children and three grandchildren. My father died when I was sixteen but had probably summed me up completely by that time. He called me deceitful, and I'm not sorry that he did. I now use that characteristic to tell stories in both prose and, I hope. rhyme. My first novel was published in March 2012. The Desolate Garden is a spy murder mystery with more than a simple touch of romance. It has been likened to The 39 Steps and The Constant Gardener by reviewers and the film producer who's London based Company is converting my story into a film.


  1. Very powerful, Danny.

  2. Danny Kemp (Author)

    That’s very kind of you to say Katy, thank you. It’s a subject, love, that fascinates me but scares me too. :)

  3. Love is a hunter…this is a kind of poetry that swirls and explodes. I love it Danny.

  4. Danny Kemp (Author)

    I quite like reading comments like that Baxter, thank you. :) :)

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