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When you read it so often
It’s inscribed into your soul
Maybe its time that its story be told
Start from the start
End at the end
Share it with your fellow men
And they’ll hear it too
And they’ll pass it on
So that all of the world can hear its sweet song
Let her go for she will not budge
She’s not ready for your love
Leave her behind and one day you’ll find
She’ll be missing your affection
Don't always write of love young poet
Don’t always write of peace
Don’t always write of death young poet
Or miseries of melodies.
Write of what you hear young poet
Write of what you see
Good or bad or evil or empty
Share your thoughts with eternity
Flood my emotions with love and fear
And jealousy will arise.
Flood them instead with joy and cheer
And happiness will arrive.
Fill my mind with endless philosophy
And i can see through my pride
Fill my pages with poetry
And literature will be my bride
She doesn't know what's good for her
A slave to her emotions
She hides away in mental torcher
Free from all devotion
She flirts and giggles
But i can see
That my love is in pain
I will guide her with my poetry
I would not have loved in vain
She can oppress my devoted affection
She can scorn when i show her love,
She can see through my hopeless intention
She knows what sins i’m made of
She can reject me when i woo
She can show me out the door
And again i know what i must do
And i again, will love her forevermore
The wind can whisper
The day can sing
The night can whimper and call for my name
The ocean can taunt me
And taunt me it shall
For the sun can coax me to the light of free will
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