by M. Douglas Hoss
Amid the siege of eyes catching eyes
And volleys of kisses being assailed,
My soul wounded thus still yet tries
To beat that heart by Love so now impaled.
And after the heat of such a battle worn
When quietly the field lies in retrospect,
Then newfound battles in thought are born
And newly fought by Love’s sweet dialect.
And when such fighting has grown so fierce
That I surrender to you or you to me,
Then each in turn each heart will pierce
With all Love’s arrows and their mastery.
If to such love, our lives we spend,
Then let that fate become our end.
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ABOUT THE POET ~
M. Douglas Hoss was born in Wichita, Kansas on March 28th, 1957. He has studied English and poetry for over twenty years, and in 2005 had his first book "From Time To Time" published by the Western Virginia Foundation for the Arts and Sciences, which was so successful, that signed copies of a first edition paperback sell for over $80.00 on the internet. Afterwards, he taught English and College level literature overseas and later moved to Seattle, Washington where he now resides, working on his next three books.
Last updated April 25, 2013