994: Lonesome Essence Cannot Compose Poems All Night! Poem by Catastrophe KING

She thought she discovered her lover in his lexis!
Each of them, beguiling & igniting her vivid flow.
Her spirit blooms and clasps those thoughts so taut!
How can a lonesome essence compose that verse?

She cursed that distance cold between them and miles!
Assumed, cold stars could shower silvery dusts & smiles!
True love burns, but dynamites only explode and shatter;
So, how can a lonesome essence compose that verse?

Love, until it lasts – sure is fresh & beautiful like dew!
But, as it sees the light of reality – then it starts to burn.
Swallowed in ignorance – later it surely tastes like poison;
Thus, lonesome essence cannot compose poems all night!