Here I am
Frustrated
Because I feel like the poetry isn't flowing
Then I think of you
You take my frustrations away
You paint everything in poetry
And it flows
You are the blanket that warms and comforts me
Late at night
The shooting star that inspires me
My beautiful princess
We sometimes ask ourselves
If dreams come true
I know they do
Because of you
The purest heart
Yours I hold
You've given me my innocence back
With your heart
I would like to grow old
Hold my hands
While they age and tire
You will always be the spark to my fire
Tantric Poetry 2016