Stains Of Love Poem by Tlou Romeo

In the house of mirrors, I spotted a grey hair, then came the equivalent saparateness. I never took notice, the effect lust had on youth's skin. Stained with love thoughts, the hands that took feelings to emotions, much I over looked haughtily the sound of evil in love. I've searched the meaning of the word, thus I may find closure in the moment of breath taking. I slipped onto roses, much I tripped in condolences of romance. As I lay on the candle spilled floor, I gloved between love. I fell for the heart that had been put together by words of remorse. Stains of love, it being undressed, onto ma skin forever stained with ink, love for two heart had never been as verbal, thou the command for soldier in training.