Too much of the most
beautiful fragrance
will choke you to
death one day.
Too much of you
is beginning to fill
my heart up with
hell these days.
This sincere heart I
carry,
Has been wanting
you much these days.
As if without you I would
feel no peace these days.
But your emotionlessness
made the most passionate
heart start to fade.
Fade away from you, like a
rose dried up because of
the lack of rain.
God gave you the answer
to your call,
But you covered it in a
colorless shade.
What a shame.
In this insane world,
you had no courage for the
heart that was sane.
YOU ARE READING
You Who Knows Best
PoetryThis is a series of love poems written by me. "May we meet where the eye can find its rest, And where our hearts beat for each other, even outside of our breasts."
