Isle Of Love Ii Poem by Matt Starking

Isle Of Love Ii



like a mother bee
which produces sweet honey
beautiful flowers posses
the sweetest nectar
if your love is a commodity
then i am neither
the buyer nor the seller
for love is precious than silver
you make me comfortable
Others made me inferior
But you made me capable
Sometimes it sad
I ignored you
It makes me feel bad
Why did i act a fool
For your love is true

Tuesday, February 5, 2013
Topic(s) of this poem: love
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Nurain Ali-balogun 07 February 2013

Love hurts and cuts but it really is the only cure for the hurt it caused. Good write.

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