Writer, Poet, Social Commentator
Bardlike with eternal anectdotes
My stout heart, gored by your stilleto
Sings adoring praise in still notes
Of beauty, a belle, of eternal love so.
To love in absence
To love through inward war
To love without sense
Is to love you more.
I know my life will be miserable
When this time comes to an end
This feeling though incurable
Your sight only helps to tend.
Perhaps a cardiac surgeon
Or a drink from the Lethe
Maybe a trip to Orion
Save me from this lovely pit.