Can i be your knight in rusted amor,
only calling on my love when you need it most,
lets take a toast to this oldest form of chivelry,
it tickles my soul for your eyes to behold,
like the butterfly eched in the side of your eye,
when your eyes would twinkel it look like it wants to fly away,
just as my heart did when you went away,
my hearts been bandaged for awhile so I dont think about you so much now,
but when I do... thats all I do is think of you,
I close my eyes to invision you and all the love I have for you,
time has pasted and my heart still cant grasp why those good times couldnt last,
life is long and feels under siege help me take over so this feeling feels sober... and I can wish on a four leaf clover.
A poem of sorrow- Close your eyes and try to see the sights you ever love with your inner sight
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A poem of sorrow- Close your eyes and try to see the sights you ever love with your inner sight