My Love is Merely....
I want to share,
the wealth.
And the experience, of my love.
With those, who might listen.
For my own true love, has gone.
And I now have an abundance.
And with no one,
who loves me to, now share.
The sense of lost longing.
Crushes my heart, and fills my head.
With a non, understanding.
And I long to be dead.
True love has no taste.
Of the mere physical.
You only got me, in exchange.
And I'm a Picasso, in relation......
To your beauty !
As mine
lays neath, twisted..... amidst the oils.
A buried soul, that not all sees.
And it is
Deep
Byrgan it would seem.
Giajl © Jim Love