Through my pen that ached
A few ashfalls ago
The ancient poetry that's left
Remains the waves and seashoresAnd finally, your eyes touched my words
My fears conceal
I can't comprehend
What you have done
Has reversed timeYou felt what it was to be a poem
My reader, in the darkest night, shone
In words expressed with affection
My heart isn't alone
YOU ARE READING
Your Love Buried Deep Inside My Disastrous Heart (Poetry)
PoetryMy most poetically written poems are buried deep inside my disastrous heart. Love is poetry; you are the poetry.