A word has no meaning,
When it is conditional.
Storms have not reached
Your young lover heart,
Because it does not truly
Have a fixed definition.
It could never exist
In this world we call reality.
Your name is kept hidden,
Away from the daughters
Of too many sinful men.
And it is here I sit,
Quietly watching you burn
The skin of the untouched.
You claim to love so many,
But your eyes do not cry tears
And your heartbeat is unheard of.
Stefanie Fontker
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/seductress/
