Paul Morabito

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Paul Morabito is an American born fiction/nonfiction author that was raised in a close knit Italian-American family in the state of New Jersey where pasta and meatball Sundays were always commonplace. He had an amazing childhood until the sudden tragic death of his dear brother, Carmelo. It was this event that stirred the will and desire to succeed physically, mentally and artistically to make his brother and family proud. Paul took on and enjoyed martial arts where he excelled at a very young age. Determined to find another passion, Paul stumbled upon chess and another hidden musical talent which made him form a local band with childhood friends. He soon mastered and played lead guitar which became an extension of himself for many years to come as an accomplished musician. His love for music grew and still remains to this day as does his desire to release a solo album in the future. On the path to achieving a degree in pharmacy, Paul discovered a great interest in English Literature where he focused on masterpiece tragedies and works such as those written by Shakespeare, Chaucer, and Poe. Little was known that this would spark a fire of inspiration to jump into the world of writing where creative minds blossom and run free. His career took over a decade long hiatus but was blessed with two beautiful princesses who are his everything. The urge to continue with his dream led to the release of two latest projects in the same year, both stemming from an Evangelical Christian background. The author’s faith in God remains strong and he entrusts his life, children and career in His hands. Paul plans to continue writing across all fictional genres and start filming his first cinematic production.)

The Best Poem Of Paul Morabito

Love Flame

Poetic Delusions Book 2

Love Flame

Red like fire.
It burns me inside.
Every time I draw near.
Her locks flow eternal.
Pouring with uncontainable love.
Effortless.
Touching my soul.
Exuding desire.
One with the wind.
Hiding mysterious playful eyes.
That can't be denied.
I dare not touch.
Perfection.
But endlessly admire.
The red fire.

That burns me to no end.
Every time I sense fear.
Her lock's brush comforts dear.
Soaring with uncontainable emotion.
Carefree.
Warming my chills.
Spilling tenderness.
One with my thoughts.
Blanketing all worthlessness from existence.
I dare not question.
Willingly.
And always endlessly admire.
The scorching love.
Of my red fire.

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