My poems poor

Some days the words flow

Some days they simply just don’t

Sometimes I read back

And hate what I wrote

I want you to know

Like my love the intent is always there

I write from the cuff

It sometime makes no sense to be fair

But some days the words pour out

What they mean leaves no doubt

They make total sense in rhyme

It’s clear what it’s all about

So please forgive the weaker ones

My English is sometimes poor

Please look beyond the technical

And see a heart that’s pure


3 thoughts on “My poems poor

  1. Your poems are rich. Rich in the beauty that is you. Every word you choose has meaning. Whether it rhymes with the next or not. You write from your heart..and it speaks directly to mine. Don’t let your mind get in the way….of trying to….anal-yze what you write to me. My heart understands you and your words perfectly. I love you, my beautiful sexy-beast. Always and forever. Not for how you form the alphabet into wp posts…but for how you cradle my heart next to yours.❤❤❤❤❤❤❤

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