Calling
from the other room.
Somewhere
I connect the two.
And
it all falls apart.
Saturday, 2 April 2011
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Poems written by me. Not written in any particular style they simply express how i was feeling at that moment in time.
I've had to absorb this one over time. Not because it's complicated, but because it isn't.
ReplyDeleteYou are high and elegant, dear Monster. Your thoughts betray your soul. Who knew such a priceless substance, worth more than diamonds, could reside invisibly in a human being?
Therefore, I must defer courteously to your humanity, asking your pardon before I relish the treasure inside, falling hopelessly in awe, even in love (in a non-romantic, but very passionate nature). Many bows, dear Queen, dear Monster.