Matt Ancient

Freshman - 681 Points (11 january 1985 / Africa)

Isle Of Love Ii - Poem by Matt Ancient

like a mother bee
which produces sweet honey
beautiful flowers posses
the sweetest nectar
if your love is a commodity
then i am neither
the buyer nor the seller
for love is precious than silver
you make me comfortable
Others made me inferior
But you made me capable
Sometimes it sad
I ignored you
It makes me feel bad
Why did i act a fool
For your love is true

Topic(s) of this poem: love

Form: Ballade


Comments about Isle Of Love Ii by Matt Ancient

  • Nurain Ali-balogun (2/7/2013 3:10:00 PM)


    Love hurts and cuts but it really is the only cure for the hurt it caused. Good write. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, February 5, 2013

Poem Edited: Saturday, May 23, 2015


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