Poet of Love
Some speak of love, others devote themselves to achive perfect love
All in the name of love and I write to its well be
To love a woman, to hold her, it is like having the world itself in your arms
The touch of her skin, the warmth of her lips
Walking along the sea shore, seeing the future in eachothers eyes
Smell her hair, smell her for love too has its scent
Speak to her of her, admire her she is your one and only
Don't loose thy trust that love will topple into dust
Let your heart speak of the colors that paint the scene
Look deeper than what meets your window
You will be surprised at what you may find
As I lost my reason to dream, be not like me
I no longer have anything to smile for
I lay down my heart so that you may use it as your mat
Kick me now when I drag my body from the mud
Drown me in words that break the heart
I don't care, I too have a heart of stone
It grows colder with each passing night
Allow me to say I am the poet whom failed
The artist whom lost her canvas
I drown in misery and only breathe in failure
O' luck will you leave me, leave me to die inside
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