Words flowing from the pen
Ink creates a story
Sometimes Vivid vision
Deep from within
The moment your eyes past
The words of a fellow poet
You were stung
Never to recover
Love at first sight is not real
Yet here it happened
Given to search each day
Deciding to read what is laid
Your eyes must see
That you cannot express
No reason to hurt
Passions too strong to resist
Pulling away from desires
Brushing them from your mind
Turbulence cannot be avoided
Commitment to another
Reality expressed so easily
Feelings never available before
Does this answer the question
Where do they fit in your heart
Dec 26, 2016
Dec 26, 2016 at 10:37 AM UTC
Words flowing from the pen
Ink creates a story
Sometimes Vivid vision
Deep from within
The moment your eyes past
The words of a fellow poet
You were stung
Never to recover
Love at first sight is not real
Yet here it happened
Given to search each day
Deciding to read what is laid
Your eyes must see
That you cannot express
No reason to hurt
Passions too strong to resist
Pulling away from desires
Brushing them from your mind
Turbulence cannot be avoided
Commitment to another
Reality expressed so easily
Feelings never available before
Does this answer the question
Where do they fit in your heart
