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