Poems
They bring men to tears
They are a way to express our fears
Bring light to the dying soul
Give hope to even the worst of fouls
Or so we think
They are just made of ink
They fade in a blink of an eye
They can be filled with lyes
For it is not the words that should make you care
For poetry is something rare
It is not a gift given to just one
And a poem is never truly done
It is the heart of the beast
And they come when you finally let it speak

I still remember the laughs
Always standing with you on that path
Your soft hand
Keeping me for drifting for the land
But now it's gone
Turns out I was just a pawn
You left me alone
To sit here and moan
I should have known
You were not mine to own
Now it is time I let you go
To defeat sorrow my foe
Because there is still laughs to be had
Even though it's sad
That the girl I had loved all those nights
Is nowhere in sight

Here we are on this fateful day
To speak my values I wish to say
To cherish and protect you to the end
To you my time I will spend
Naneurting you when you are ill
And to share all our thrills
To show and give you all my love
And to you, I will put nothing above
For with this ring I make you my wife
For with this ring, I give you my life