She Is My Poetry

by Jelord Klinn Cabresos

I write through the words I could not speak,

for every teardrop, lying on her lonely lips;
she is my sunset before night comes awake,
she is my poetry, in my dreams, when I sleep.
I write on the silence embraced by the night,
for every hope, foresee but strength to move;
I cast myself, away from the shadows of life,
she is my poetry, in my eyes, when I love.

I write those heartaches she tried to seclude,

for every doubt, which ever maimed her feet;
she is a one perfect love story to be told,
she is my poetry, in my grave, on my death.
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