to love a poet
is to know immortality
for your name
will never cease
to flow from her lips

and she will forever hold
her pen gently
for her hands are scarred
with remnants of you

she was the moon
radiating the night sky
and dancing among the stars

you were the darkness
the shadow that waxed and waned
through the phases of her life

she grew to believe
that your presence
is what made her whole

but like the full moon
she shone brightest
without you


x.

Love is a deep ocean
Always in good motion
Difficult to understand its notion
Like the tides of waves
Its ebb rises and never saves
Feelings and emotions burst and settle
Sentiments develop and rattle
Like the ocean's water that
never dries up
Love never dies