It's magical at first the love we find.
This arrow to my heart renders it blind.
Tell the son of Venus I never thought to find.
This arrow he has etched in my heart, in my mind.
What is the purpose of this infatuation he has lent in kinds.
I see not my lover for a hundred miles.
So do I await his arrival with longing tears in my eyes.
He promised a world with a lady of rosy cheeks who shies.
Here I sit on this ground with a heavy heart and an arrow coated with lies.
Causing me this pain, oh look! Away Venus's son flies.
He leaves me not alone, a pen in my hand. "Oh what purpose thine?"
In the clouds he winks and bids me this tale to write.
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The aftermath of reading Romeo and Juliet. I have two more poems written for the next two days owing to Romeo and Juliet 🥳
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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...
