Pain and love are at one with the heart, just as a poet and their words are one at spirit Each, from a divorce of such bitter pastimes to become one with one another, in mind and in soul
The heart craves love, just as a poet craves a pencil and a paper, at every moment of the day To crave one another, is to build a kingdom built on love and the powers of a dark past
To only be virtuous in the world, to have the eyes yearn for the heart, just as a poet looks in others for inspiration For their eyes to meet words, just as the heart meets another and often, to be rooted in each other, such a beautiful phrase
Pain and love are at one with the heart, just as a poet and their words are one at spirit Each from the darkest realms of life, only to be joined to form a brighter road
-Chloe Aldecoa
My poems emerge from my heart, whether that love has been discarded, is still remaining, or is soon to come. Love and poetry reside in the same home for me. My heart loves unconditionally, and my poetry is the language.