We dwell in warm coves,
Light to us another chance to look beyond.
For we are beings affectionate as turtle-doves,
For in our hearts dwell love ponds.
Our hearts are but mystical instruments,
In our hearts, we are forever indulgent.
Genius is that which we posses,
And in non-understanding mortals call us weird.
For ours are hearts like none other,
In our veins run the warmth of words.
Rhythms and cords,
Never would love be a chore.
For if we aren't loving out of our senses,
Happiness will be a total show of pretenses.
For we are adventurous beings,
And forever we'd push loves' frontier.
We'd explore every such part,
For we are beings deeper than hearts.
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As Deep as Hearts.
PoesíaMy life, My love, My words. This is a collection of my experiences, My views about life, love and laughter. In every piece there's a story and every piece attempts to tell your story. -Fega. Follow me on Twitter @fegatsby and on Instagram @fega_rk.
