The simplicity of rhymes freely flows through the readers mind. As simplistic words unravel in an array of poetic babble we channel the memes of our muses.
No forced word can capture, no college can teach the aesthetics of laughter, the glamour of grief.
The essay of brilliance awaits in the zone. The Muse and the Master in the hearts of gold.
Through trials and storms, love remains intact No distance can separate us when love is pure Time may pass, but love continues to grow Eyes hold a blaze, a fire of love that never dies No power on Earth can break the bond of love between you and me
I don’t think you recognize yourself in my Poems In that they are written for you Of course, many will see themselves As poetry is known to do But you The one who I’m actually talking to I don’t think You recognize you