Poetry “I Spilled My Soul”
You’re the rose, you’re the expressions of my poetic
soul, you’re the whole of my love. Dearest, see my
heart’s passions for you, I’m a student of your body
studying every move you shake. I have such a smile
of all the elements of your beauty, and you are soft
like silk woven in my heart.
I ask of you to open your soul and speak your affections
to my ears, receptive to my heart. Sow within me your
love and we shall both reap the benefits operating in
the life of our hearts. I’ll be true to my death.
Weeping, I laid in your charms and the elimination is
no one has entrance to my heart, other than you.
You branded me with your kisses and now you’re the
owner of my love, the angel of my soul, and the healer
of my sickened heart. Do you feel the infusion as I spill
my spirit to you?
Ask of me riches and I’ll sell my blood to provide you
with the luxuries of life. Baby, you need only say,
come, and I’ll bare my soul to your home. It increases
as a levy upon my heart, I cash my heart for your love.
[dedicated to she would be named if she was existing…]
