— purely unedited.
Love is like a sailing ship,
drowning itself in madness;
and it is held in God's grip,
while there be flitting sadness;
and it brings us to our fear,
like the Titanic fall;
shielding us from our hear,
in the the soft winter wall;
for now all the lovers,
have become dutiful blind;
for as the greek hovers,
they must claim their find;
and as their souls gather,
for a catastrophic feast;
love they do lather,
over the people of their heist;
as over the mountain,
the sun has finally woken;
as underneath the fountain,
the moon has finally spoken;
and while the victims file,
the tempest all but nears;
and while the clouds smile,
the day of midnight leers.
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Poesy of Eloquence
Poetry❝ this tragedy is soaked with tears that dry the ink in my hands. ❞ ━ the poesy I've yearned to release ever since I taught myself to pick up the pen and write. ❝ for if the painting of my words be the garden upon the gate of heaven, glimpse them...
