Man loves a fool's heart
That he defies with wits
He lives in a concubine's chamber
That he leaves to kiss the wife
In the late hour of night he fights
To undermine his lustrous desires
No wonder it's the lovers hour
But it's also the sinners hour
The wars don't stop until won or lost
I wait to see how the man performs
The stage has been set for a dance
I wait to see if you win, perchance
It's a provocation may you dare to prove
If you're a lover or just another sinner
No wonder it's the lovers hour
But it's also the sinners hour
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Unpublished Poems
PoetryI had worked on my poem one whole summer, perfecting the story and structure and rhyme and rythym. And when he read it he asked, 'Why don't you write about what you feel when you can write very well? I mean all that goes on in your head, that rage i...
