Heart of fire burns delicate roses
To ashes is what is its power.
Look upon my soul,
You will find a heap of coal.
Look upon my soul,
The ashes there seem so lone.
Wrapped in the cloak of your fire,
I have burned without ill desire.
Yet I find not your love,
Yet I wither forevermore.
It is when you look at her,
That the fire subsides.
So why have I endured it all along?
No, I cannot love.
That is not the answer.
Yet I burn in your flames.
So let me burn,
I demand no pity.
It is the evil in my mind I comply.
I want to create a disaster.
Quick question: what do you think about the name "The Shades of Love" for this collection? Or "the Songs we Sing"? Give me more suggestions. EiNKyww suggested something classy but I can't come up with something.
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Mellifluous: A Poetry Collection
PoetrySomewhere an old man dies And a child is born Mellifluous is the sound of his cries To the ears of his mother It's the start of a new life An year later the child exclaims Ah look! it's a butterfly The wind blowing carries the butterfly to the sea...
