My heart is beating,
Faster than lightning.
A rising storm,
Is within me.

He says "I love you",
Breaking every barrier.
Letting me release the feeling,
Like a novel.

I can feel his love,
When he looks at me.
Dark eyes of bark,
Like the soul of a tree.

My hearts desire,
To believe in us.
To have us stay together,
With no hostility.

My love,
You have made me forget.
The heartache so impure,
You've made me release.

I now know,
Where our relationship lies.
It's deeper than people know.
Behind both our eyes.

Underlining the main point.
Striking words to a page.

It's troublesome when,
One has no rage.

The trouble with poetry is,
One with stanzas united.
Going in rhythm,
With the sound of a heart beat.

Beating down the rhythm,
Of a Skull's drum.

The trouble with poetry is,
One life corrupt,
In a demise.

When the sword strikes stone,
Igniting a fire.

One heart, One soul,
Encrypting each poem.
It's troublesome,
When one has no soul.

Stars in the meadow,
Cascading down into the willow.
Precious memories,
All around thee,
Bark of the willow.
The love of a fallen tree.