Love Poem by Rebecca Stansfield

My heart is that of love,
How it comes and goes through everyday,
I saw it from that of the above
Forever, helping my life (stay) .

How world war three never mattered,
To me,
The God's parting their wings
And how I never noticed their,
Controlling, thieving wings.

And being cloud filled and in love,
Adjusted me, forgetful of,
All the things I never wanted to see,
Never wanted to see, see me.

And all that was suggested of,
Was because I was in love,
And so I forgot and played as dust,
Rolling through knowing my obligatory to adjust.