He wore his words around his heart.
I could swear each word was magically crafted with his blood.
The eloquence of his tongue was electrifying.
Poetry, that's what they called him.
He made love with me with every line.
Subjected to his every rhythm that's beyond fine.
Depicts in every way and more with lies
To whom he concerns.
He embraces with understanding and care.
YOU ARE READING
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PoetryLike all other literature, poetry understands the act of word play. Poetry with just a few words expresses our deeper, emotional and conflicting thoughts. Tells a story and makes Known to it's us, facts. And the fact is poetry is you, me and everyon...
