Who knows the hours
Of evening showers
And drying flowers
From a lover, sent
When tales of love
I thought were meant
How, now, I wish I could
Afford the RENT
To continue leasing
The quiet cabin of your heart.
Susan, your stylish poetry describes the means of intruding your lover's heart through the language of apartment......beautiful conception......10 marks to you..
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Susan, perfect use of metaphor; Understand all too well, the empty sorrow that a broken relationship brings! Feel all of your emotions and feel for you! Love your poetry.