Love is poetic
Love is dark
It defies everything; even destiny
Creeping into our heart
With its many rhymes
Slowly taking its own time
And even in darkness and despair
The heart is so sweet
The heart is so pure
Loving the unmatched
Carefree in its self absorbed fantasy
Fervently beating for you
Pledging not to be
Forever mine
Through all of this
There are nights
Where you lay awake
For the mind is insane
Drifting along thoughts
Knowing no limits
Lending endless musings
From the heart
And then transform them
Into poems, stories and books
Love is a tragedy
Like a wild flower
That blossoms on its own
Like the gentle wind
Caressing your face
On a cold winter night
Love is inevitable
Love is dark
It defies everything; even destiny
Creeping into our heart
With its many rhymes
Slowly taking its own time
And even in darkness and despair
The heart is so sweet
The heart is so pure
Loving the unmatched
Carefree in its self absorbed fantasy
Fervently beating for you
Pledging not to be
Forever mine
Through all of this
There are nights
Where you lay awake
For the mind is insane
Drifting along thoughts
Knowing no limits
Lending endless musings
From the heart
And then transform them
Into poems, stories and books
Love is a tragedy
Like a wild flower
That blossoms on its own
Like the gentle wind
Caressing your face
On a cold winter night
Love is inevitable