I'm no poet, i hardly try to be.
For the one i loved, loves poems dearly.
I wish to tell her the tale of my feelings,
as i write it pouring it with my love;
...
Every Night; On my bed; I Lie;
Scattered, Lost, Alone;
With my heart to console
and try to fill the void in my soul;
...
The disconsolate heart detests the ignorance from the loved one;
where his feelings/emotions goes in languish;
for what he looks for is just a little recognition/a little love/a short care;
oh my love, Your ignorance puts my soul to death;
...
O Angel, you are beautiful;
the beauty of your pretty face and glowing skin,
is not i wish to tell;
your real beauty lies within;
...
My True mother is not known;
Though i feel her in my heart/body/soul;
The Step Mother takes care of me;
As her own child, she loves me dearly;
...
I Am No Poet
I'm no poet, i hardly try to be.
For the one i loved, loves poems dearly.
I wish to tell her the tale of my feelings,
as i write it pouring it with my love;
You may laugh reading it,
but it is all i have;
Words to play with day and night,
I love you, so i try;
Though Monologue this communication may be;
it doesn't matter, because it relieves my grievous heart,
To let my feelings goes here floating,
My feelings sublimating through these tiny pieces of lines;
Does it reaches its intended destination, counts not;
I will let myself dream,
that you read it, o loved Angel;
my scrambled lines reaches you,
And i get to stay in your mind, for a minute maybe;
The phrases i write, comes not from my mind,
It is the Soul speaking, as my hand just scribble;