Two Poems~'Of Love' and 'Pleasures token was in the giving'

OF LOVE

Seldom has such an emotion
Tortured souls and led to temptation
And brought such highs of exaltation
Took away such nourishment of life
Or led on a soul and cut like a knife
Through the heart and bled it dry
And yet we can only wonder why
Of passions kept
And life bereft
Who are we to say
Of why it has to be this way

MPB (c)

Pleasures token was in the giving

Betrayal of trust comes in many forms
Like the love from a parent that flounders and fails
Or from family members those whom once trust
From the dearest friends you thought once had
From whom you thought were there in times of sad
When you gave your all and then some more
Yet happy you were to give to those whom you adore
For that is love and all its gifts
Pleasures token was in the giving but now there's rifts
And how it came to pass, to be this way
You know not how you thought they'd always stay
And yet you love so unconditionally
For that is how you chose to live
Having so much love inside to share, to give
For that is me and how I am I cannot change
And for some people that may sound so strange
For me the pleasures of the living
Is opening my heart and purely giving

MPB (c)