Useless Poet Poem by Eman Awad

Struggling with thousands of words,
just for the sake of his beautiful eyes.
And for him i built so many worlds,
and i put in them all i've ever fantasied.
Silver moons up and so high,
and more than a sun to shine.
So are wings for us to fly,
and i even had angels of mine.
But mostly a stronger love than oak trees,
a little heaven in my words is our serene.
Rapid our love and fury like seas,
and what if we got lost in this dream? ?
Then i found that my poems aren't enough,
and my words went beyond my simple creation.
I struggled more to justify my love,
and describe it so i challenged my imagination.

He closed his eyes and i led the way,
i did breathe deeply and took his hand.
And my little heart dreamt away,
but for my wonder he didn't understand.
I knew we came from two worlds apart,
as he couldn't get further pass my fence.
Though he had love in his heart,
he didn't comprehence..

What a useless poet am i to be,
when the only thing i'm good at i couldn't render?
Now, how can he feel or even see,
the love i have that made me to surrender? ?
When all that's about me is,
words i write and never to say.
Poems of joy or lonliness,
and of love till my last day.
I felt like my heart is broken,
how can i reach his heart with my love?
Poetry tells when words aren't spoken,
they are to be read and to fly him above.
And he didn't refuse to fly as much,
as he made me clueless and lost for him.
I can write poems about his touch,
and his beautiful eyes when i look in them.

Useless poet i am i know,
but love is stronger than words for him to feel.
And stronger love can grow,
words can be erased but love stays mostly is real.
Maybe i'm useless for my self,
for i feel that my words went in vain.
But dearest to me than my life it self,
he is, and the one in my heart to remain.
And my words i'm the poet are for you to tell,
i'm madly in love with him that i fly.
Over my heart he cast a spell,
without all those poems to show my love,
and all that's in me i'll die...