Burning Papers-love poems

My Language

The fault was my own my darling,

I thought that I am an undefeatable king,

Who stretches his arms and connects both ends of the world,

Who commands poetry and its language,

That my words would dictate our faith,

and would construct each phase,

As my letters sings out your alphabet,

One plays a symphony,

One plays a harmony,

While we dance on tunes of broken hearts,

and kiss on melodies of wonderlands,

These lips stole my words to blue,

To spiritual lands we both flew,

The angels of love praised us to heavens,

As our letters sang our songs,

I thought that my words regulates a throne, 

but it was only a book of my own,

I thought that they coloured our days,

but they were only painting a worthless haze,

My words are tired to be written once again,

and I have no authority on them,

They can no longer play your symphonies,

All they allow me to write is I love you,

But my darling!! How can I write to you once again?