So fierce is the passion to realease that burns within me
A million winding desire
To minister and pen letters on a living.
Which consume my whole Shakespearean to a stand
What if i wrote poems of you with my hand,will the story begin?
what if I made you scream with my art on your rest,
and ended my hib of words on your bossom,will our story begin again?
The power is here with me to render
But the memories will be there for you to remember
YOU ARE READING
a poem
PoetrySo fierce is the passion to realease that burns within me raging fire winding for a heart, unstoppable desire to minister a thousand moan of
