I met me a dark poet,
He fires my inspiration.
I'd love him to hold me tight,
But never in a stranglehold.
He can buy me flowers,
Bunches of black roses,
If he so wishes.
He may lay them on my path,
He can even give me kisses,
if he feels he really must.
He can pen dark poems for me,
and dutifully I shall respond.
He is my sequential secret,
Even a secret from him and me.
He doesn't know and neither do I.
If,
a great big if,
By any chance
love stumbles my way,
Be sure that I will be inspired
The poet rolls on the floor in fits...announces to all her readers that I will write love from the whole of my heart, if I find it.
Proud to say this love poem is ****!
(C) Livvi