Secondhand Serenade Poem by Adi Ali

From the soul to the ink,
To the words leaping from her lips,
'Fireworks at dawn, skin's colours declare,
Senses fail at love as it kills slowly,
Dying pain inside, words caress till she smiles,
Missing her so,
As now, life's like she's in the arctic,
I'm in the desert swaying in the sands of time,
Wishing for rain and for it too freeze,
Just to draw her into the scene,
I might sound senile,
But the words i love you can just explain it all.'
All done by bone shaking fingertips,
Bleeding the pen, carving the love,
A second hand serenade given birth by the heart's conquest,
Yearning to cause civil unrest,
War between two hearts, just to forge,
To form one soul between two masses.