In a world
With an exceeding
Sum
Of humans yet there
Is only one
Which I owe my all
To.
I owe her love,
My undivided attention,
full devotion,
My eternity,
I owe her the moon as she's a star
I owe her every diamond in
A mine,
Since she deserves it.
She is, Me. Myself. And I
I am my muse!
YOU ARE READING
Portraits of her heart
PoetryTo all poet enthusiasts, well this is for you. This lovely book is a third person narrative, and yes it's full of poetry whereby you find romance, somber, melancholy, hurt, ecstasy, love, affection, fondness, remorse and a whole lot more. So please...
