Weep Not O Jilted One Poem by me poet yeps poet

I can now see
the depths of wounds
but
overcome will ye
you are a poet
LOVE

IS JUST A COMMA......
for Romantic poets
ever who found no love when alive
then they died after a while

Born were millions
like bees in a bee hive
the Queen wandering in the loneliness

Where gone has he
the wilderness says
come into my folds
why bear so much misery untold
within my form fold
I alone for times to come hold
now your love unfold

So may poets came alive
after their demise
they live still in human hearts
of those born
and
those who will

You be likewise
a poet still
wipe your eyes
time does never kill
it has its own Will....