- My Stella -98 Comments

Love is contagious, and it's devoted followers are its worst victim. Love makes it's worshipper a hollow man, an empty man.

Love weakens the lover for its effuse and sporadic nature, It's saintly, life - fulfilling elegy.........nice

It draws in all dreams in it's purging flourish Voiceless. Time is it's lawn and timelessness is its matrix. ........fine

Love moves the feet along the line! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.