Bear in mind days when time
Seem to have gone useless;
I was impatient and restless:
Pointers of the dial clogged?
Eyes half closed and fainting
Tranquilizers crying within,
Move into bed for sleeping:
No stamina to sustain it more?
Deep inside my heart's hold
Blood pumping fast and bold
Inquire "Is it night or day? "
When will I have a brief say?
To me Love isn't a noun
But it's a transitive verb.
It can't die a silent doom:
Was a bird found in an herb?
Good heavens, I entreat
To hold true my little vow,
Forever and always I bow:
I will love you.
I will love you,
Will love you,
Love you,
You! !
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To me Love isn't a noun But it's a transitive verb. It can't die a silent doom: Was a bird found in an herb? There is so much beauty in this poem. Thanks forever.