The Birth of a Poet
My heart has bled verses,
But none saw it bleed.
It has gone barren
And has not rained spring for so long.
Thirsty for a loving embrace,
I can taste only a strand
Of its shadow in my dreams.
I have been separated
From my love for so long.
My glass has gone empty,
I beg you fill it with more.
Each drop of nectar
Brightens my amorous eyes,
Adding to my desire for her,
Beckoning me for more.
Lost in dreams of my love,
To my heart's content do I drink,
To breathe vibrancy
Into a newly-born poet's heart,
Who, in his ruin and solitude unseen,
Pours out reams of poetry
On the tender, yet tormented love
He has for her in his heart.
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