Poetic heart

In the dream of poetic verse Your words Are how my heart bleeds The ways in which I think With a pause in between Cryptic clues An exclamation in The center Brings on the wolves Of perfect grammar Saying there should Be words to fill Those empty spaces Left silent For effect of pondering The spell of the craft Is the muse Today, it was you Who I stopped by In the shadows To read your words With naught a comment Yet, I was left with these Thoughts of how I feel When I read The words you so delicately Scribe In the way my heart bleeds Entangled visions Drawn out with metaphors Telepathic symphonies Silently caressing the void Missed by so many Who need be entertained Only by actors Mimicking the truth That is so elegant and delicate To bleed from ones heart Jested by those Lost Not in the dream Felt from the flow Of your composition As I am