Through poems and sonets you express how you feel.
Each moment, emotions, making it real.
Losing my composure whenever I read, the wonderful things you say about me.
Awakened insparation, a muse to become.
A burning fire ravages thy soul, can't contain the excitement, your feelings a rush, truly a sight to behold.
Space entangles our state of being, expecting treasure that's been forbidden.
In my subconscious you leave a whisper, in time I will get its meaning.
Intended, how can you pursue this so?
Presuming fruitful results, is thy heart and soul prepared for what's to come? I don't know how you'll be able to hold.
Seasons may change and a tide may take what's been awakened there. Your heart may be unfazed but only time can show the legitimacy of your truth.
Feb 2, 2024
Feb 2, 2024 at 12:28 AM UTC
Through poems and sonets you express how you feel.
Each moment, emotions, making it real.
Losing my composure whenever I read, the wonderful things you say about me.
Awakened insparation, a muse to become.
A burning fire ravages thy soul, can't contain the excitement, your feelings a rush, truly a sight to behold.
Space entangles our state of being, expecting treasure that's been forbidden.
In my subconscious you leave a whisper, in time I will get its meaning.
Intended, how can you pursue this so?
Presuming fruitful results, is thy heart and soul prepared for what's to come? I don't know how you'll be able to hold.
Seasons may change and a tide may take what's been awakened there. Your heart may be unfazed but only time can show the legitimacy of your truth.
