Poems Are Never Written This Good

My love writes you words Words in the form of poems Your love writes my poems Poems in the form of dreams Each new morning Brings forth a new day A new sunrise in a new way But these days suns only rise No late day sunset Just sunshine Can I write you a line Can I write six say That your eyes send chills Untainted streams produce Reams of untainted feelings Where I constantly Find peace in writing these Pieces piecing together the Broken fragments of my soul My mind in REM sleep and I Dream of our first child I don’t have to tell you That you remind me of birds Or angels cause you are An angel pure heart and Soothing everything else you Are my angel Pure of body I don’t Care that our bodies have Never kissed but I do Miss the love we made When harps play and bells Trumpet as you love me On the Amazon Jungle sounds My heart makes when you Sing my name this is not Animal attraction this is a song This is an attraction of souls Our love is a fairy tale but Fairy tales aren’t written this Good our love is a poem but Poems are never written This good