Poem -
Young and free
Free
She was free waiting for love she's waited half a century black moths in Iraq hand ache for your touch hey lips watered for yours a soft heart always alone waiting for love I've watched it from the other side of the mountain as I am a male and she's a female like the rose to the thorn I ate to be with her but many a sea stands between us if only I could find it love I would be content with her in my heart the one I eat for and yawn to be with
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Flowing, more like a song than poetry. The imagery and analogy really helps the message your conveying! Well expressed!
I actually have a CD out on Spotify I've written a book of poetry I hope you like my songs please contact me if you want to hear them