My heart is a flame of its own
Good or bad, it's a question of its own
It pounds like the clapping of two basic spoons
With a bass, a soprano, an alto and a tenor altogether
It's loud whether slow or fast
Because either way it rules the vast
It's heat is a beauty to the eye
It's heat is a vulture on the hunt
It burns the tips of the roots
Hard to rescue when everything is falling apart
The fires grow, the rescuers crow
The mornings short, the nights the longest
The worries in dew collects and fortifys the pain
The dreams of tomorrow, the nightmares of today
Categories:
fortifys, introspection, life, metaphor,
Form: Free verse
Caught in a trance
An undescribable daze
To anyone, her beauty
Is bound to amaze
So soothing is the voice
Of this woman I so despratly desire
In her eyes she holds
A passionate fire
Confused and stumbling
For words when she is near
Rejection is one's
Deepest fear
Embarrassed
Never have I been
All i wish
Is to see her again
No particular woman
This powm was written for
It represents the ones
Who have someone they adore
Yey unmistakable is
Her deep mystic
Hair no falling
beyond her slender cheek
The hardest thing to govern
Is that of the heart
Yet desire and love
Are not that far apart
For love
Is attraction and desire
that fortifys over time
Nothing is higher
Only needed is a sign
Kneeling down, I ask
You to forever be mine
Categories:
fortifys, devotion, love, passion, people,
Form: I do not know?