Love
My heart beats at every mention of your name,My soul curls at the thought of the word,
Then it stops at the same.
I feel the joy the laughter and the pleasure,
Then I smile but before it can register,
I feel the uncertainty of not being sure.
I feel comforted in a few,
Because I become attached from then,
Because I believe that it is true,I rest myself in it's cocoon,
Then I almost fall into slumber,It awakens me too soon.
Love then tears my heart in two,
Takes away all it gave,
Then brings me back to being blue.
Yet I still search for it.

By
Sheila Otieno

If u wanna read another of my poems click here http://www.poetry.com/Publications/display.asp?ID=P3298879&BN=999&PN=1