Dec 2014
Notions of romance
Set my being ablaze
As the sun rose up from the east
Idealism bloomed
In the barren
Lands of my heart
Farther ascent to the heights
Of obsession and want
What occupied my mind
Before it was consumed
With thoughts of you
That autumn
I wrote only of desire
I wrote of you.
Set my being ablaze
As the sun rose up from the east
Idealism bloomed
In the barren
Lands of my heart
Farther ascent to the heights
Of obsession and want
What occupied my mind
Before it was consumed
With thoughts of you
That autumn
I wrote only of desire
I wrote of you.
Romantic poems are not my forte but always like to take a stab at it every now and again.
