Love is a dagger
Forged in the fire
Called Temperance
Sheathed in Kindness
And polished
With Diligence
What a lovely blade
It has
Sure to make
Its Maker proud
My heart leaps
To see that glorious blade
In my possession
I own a blade
A dagger
Called Love
It cuts away all bounds
That try to hold me back
With it
I excel
To places
I thought
I would never
Reach
I find one day
Someone
Whom I love
We soon exchange
Our Love
For each other
Those beautiful
Daggers
Glistening in the summer sun
Like purest
Diamonds
Our pure innocent Love
My heart sings
A joyous song
For I am in love
I have given
My dagger
Called Love
To a true man
Who says he loves me
What a joyous thing
Love is
Just like the delicate
Wings of a butterfly
My Lover
Calls for me
To meet him
Where rose's fragrance
Intoxicates
And the moon
Shines brightly
Illuminating
Soft and subtle
Features
Of delicate
Red roses
Softly
He whispers
To me
Under a canopy
Of serene stars
And under watch
Of the wise
Mindful old Moon
Whose tender light
Illuminates
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Last Wish, My Poem Collection
PoetryFirst poem book. I've filled it to the top with dark poems from the far corners of my mind. Enjoy my shadows.
