I am, but a lover
I yearn, like a craver
I don’t know what is love
I stare silently, like a dove
I write his inks on paper
I pour gay in words, like a dreamer
Like a cheater, I hide within letters
I touch souls, softly like feathers
I’m quite like a fire, a loner
I grieve rainbows, like a wanderer
I stare like a hawk
From far away, at him, I gawk
I’m a poet, nothing but a liar
Cause I am, but a lover
13 November 2017