Sentiment Of Love Poem by Louis Borgo

The clock that sweep the watch I was a man about it
Heartbroken and torn how do we find an preposition of a corner revenue of a
Statue of tamest
Of life
Severe of yean of one self among a coat of armor it was slender and tends that it
Caught my armor
How did I sense the torn among the torn from a throne as in a limb but still intact-
Breathe, Chivalry, Ache, Peep to reawaken this passion is pasting through like
Winter that waits of morning
That by passing these tides surround the ground like a sled to a bridge the ammunition
Perceive with caution as it may and as a man this is the view I caviler from like a
Badge of honor
Saluted to the band is love a battle field or are we battling for love; cause
“I’m in love with love with the idea of being in love”
I guess I look to sight the “Tower Of Mist” for signs that is what most
Men search for in; life-

To learn To listen To know are components of logic of man what can one tell of life-