Poems Are Never Written This Good
My love writes you words
Words in the form of poems
Your love writes my poems
Poems in the form of dreams
Each new morning
Brings forth a new day
A new sunrise in a new way
But these days suns only rise
No late day sunset
Just sunshine
Can I write you a line
Can I write six say
That your eyes send chills
Untainted streams produce
Reams of untainted feelings
Where I constantly
Find peace in writing these
Pieces piecing together the
Broken fragments of my soul
My mind in REM sleep and I
Dream of our first child
I don’t have to tell you
That you remind me of birds
Or angels cause you are
An angel pure heart and
Soothing everything else you
Are my angel
Pure of body I don’t
Care that our bodies have
Never kissed but I do
Miss the love we made
When harps play and bells
Trumpet as you love me
On the Amazon Jungle sounds
My heart makes when you
Sing my name this is not
Animal attraction this is a song
This is an attraction of souls
Our love is a fairy tale but
Fairy tales aren’t written this
Good our love is a poem but
Poems are never written
This good
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