Railway of My Poetry

My poetry is a big city If you don't know the way You get lost search in the bay Just watch and stay Say all with your wounded lip In the streets that links all chambers Is a railway where love and affection runs in lines and stanzas Should I call you the street light that is against my blindness (mistakes) It would be taged understatement For you are brighter than the sun that shines You are my glory and pride and I will wear you and ride all round the railway of my heart My love for you will run in my music In my blues and rasta song And doves would come to rest on this tree of love planted here before now Centuries buried All that would break us buried And if I give you now the confession of my affection hug and keep it, belive it and don't think about it to avoid doubt If been to this lines of poetry that calls you: one and only.