A heart, oh my, thrown out to die, To watch it sink in tide high...! To pleas of such ink can I, no, not cling: for cleared of hearts can again die?
2.Flaming love
A ring of fire, poets say, high burning flames. Yeah, all the sigh, the blinded tears shred, a teddy's hug can ted; a waft of shy: then (classy!), fire is high!
3.Darkest night
A slashing light, sadness is, not a night! A dark hour's a time to rise might of will: hushed ghosts, all a dreamy mind make crawl! A rest can not find sadness in raw light!