If a writer loves you, you'll never die,
If a painter loves you, you'll never fade,
If a jester loves you, you'll never cry,
If a merchant loves you, you'll be his trade.
...
The dawn gripped the world in brittle light,
The bridge stretched into december's teeth,
Afoot I saw a lost fight,
A puppy against my feet.
...
O' the lady of my dreams,
when will she arrive? ,
Sometimes I knock on my heart,
asking, 'Are you alive? ',
...
Smear the negativity through poetry.)
Passion's Portraits
If a writer loves you, you'll never die,
If a painter loves you, you'll never fade,
If a jester loves you, you'll never cry,
If a merchant loves you, you'll be his trade.
If a pilot loves you, you'll forever be high,
If a sculptor loves you, you'll eternally be made,
But their true love will simply be a lie,
Because for you it is I a poet who has been made.