Words find me in love with two souls
Fidelity confines me in drought like a dying rose
Her fragrance smells so sweet, I clutter my nose
Desperate to preserve the current river
Fading with subtle holes
Roses of my heart blossom no longer from one root
A beautiful stronger branch stretched and formed an intimate noose
How strong and disturbing this strife
Only to be satisfied by the forbidden fruit
Death of a man’s smile comes like this
His downfall often comes in a form of bliss
Fruit from another garden precedes rabble
And blessed is He more incredulous than a fable
For He finds no temptation in His day nor curves in His way
its like you were closely watching my every move and assesing my heart whist pulling strings on my mind.this is just a perfect discription of what i am battling with, big ups bra.you are great
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This poem made my day.Thaks