I have not written a poem for a couple of days But I have been feeling bad in so many ways My chest is in pain and sorely constricted The heart inside longs to be unrestricted I have things to say but hold them back
A beauty sleeping while I watch, my sleeping beauty I watch a while Dreams and thoughts flowing free, my free flowing dreams full of you. Of lips so soft with feather touch, my feather touch on lips so soft
If compassion required or to be admired in the lives of people we respect. If pity retired and hate expired then there would be no world to reject. If my muse inspired into my life inquired