Poems of thought and love

My walk

my love, oh sweet flower,

Your pedals so sweet but sour,

You betray my walk with your distracting talk,

Of our possibilities, our moments,

But I'm lost,

Even out in sunlight I'm cold,

Even where ice melts, I frost,

Im getting darker, I'm told,

But dark skin must come at a cost,

Another thing, my pride my fashion,

Your fair skin, my love, my passion,

All of this and more talk,

Has only been able to block,

And has only distracted me from

My walk