This poem's almost a story idea, for me, but one that has been written since the dawning of Shakespeare’s Ro & Ju, and I do not wish to write it again. A simple poem did it for me, in meaning, with purpose. The heroine in this poem is stubborn, and so heartbroken (yet still in love).
I shall
not help it.
Whether or not it is
fair and true
for me to love you,
I can find not one snap
of doubt in my mind.
My blues
lock to you,
skimming past your face,
out of place
are the feelings
I have for you too.
As you skim this room,
you flash your smile.
I sit for a while,
envy ridden,
watching the fine
girl sip my wine
by your side.
That beautiful side
I used to rest near,
to tickle your neck,
and breathe in your ear,
-- now has hanging upon it
a siren so clear-ly
weaving her song
to pull you away.
Perhaps "..Quiet Storm" will help rekindle old flames buried and long forgotten or express the love so deeply locked inside of your soul longing to be released.
Regardless of where you may be found in love this beautiful masterpiece can be
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