Love Struck:
A Mashup Poem of John Clare's: First Love and Beach Bunny's Love Song.
I ne'er was struck before that hour,
my face turned pale as deadly pale,
you talk like an author,
always reading the thoughts on my face.
Your laugh lives in my bedroom,
with love so sudden and so sweet.
You're gentle in color,
her face it bloomed like a sweet flower,
and stole my heart away complete.
You remind me of someone I've read,
your voice is the music,
so I hum to the tune of your grace,
my legs refused to walk away,
and when she looked, what could I ail?
My life and all seemed turned to clay.
And then my blood rushed to my face,
and took my eyesight quite away,
the trees and bushes round the place,
seemed midnight at noonday,
I feel like I could fly away when looking into your angel eyes,
its heaven,
you're August strawberry-moonlit awe.
I could not see a single thing,
words from my eyes did start-
and you stick to the walls in my head.
They spoke as chords do from the string,
and blood burnt round my heart,
sometimes I think I've known you all my life.
Are flowers the winter's choice?
Is love's bed always snow?
It's funny how we move through space and time.
She seemed to hear my silent voice,
your heart is my compass,
not love's appeals to know.
I never saw so sweet a face
as that I stood before,
you reflect all your light into me.
My heart has left its dwelling-place
And can return no more.
YOU ARE READING
You Don't Have To Be Perfect.
PoetryJust like how no body owes anybody to be "perfect", this book consists of not "perfect" poetry by me. The poetry in this book will range from poems that I wrote for assignments at school to just poetry that I wanted to write/wrote in my free time.
