Let Love Be Your Muse

Love is i'm sure the deadliest sin. It's just like a cancer that rots from within. But maybe my words are tainted with hate. If love is your muse, then your poems great.., yours is the hand that lifts in order to aspire for so much more a timeless chore I stand beneath the gloom & doom Tough so trust in fate to clean your room A challenge to be free is a question of time Blended in a circle tried to cling Sapphire to assume the door to open cling a swing still got me im the potion love is the mere essence of my inner existence Willow creek shivers a scent of dew across my face things do change let me be the first to explain, roses of love tainted by hands from above left as a squeeky wheel bargain basement deal love is the timber the helps light its inner flame growing, flowing & intoxicating pulse we seek as actors clever to its claim I look to the sea reflections in the way spark my memory some happy some sad love is fashioned by tainted realization of a bargain basement deal of the rocking chair beneath the squeeky wheel see your face love to taste how you fought so hard and fierce my one solution is gone from here a challenge to be free is a question of time breading loud pour out the potion through loves fine glass a reason to relax draw strength from the echoes we hear by South trim back the atmosphere as if a mouse dig well below bust up the beat to promote its tempo