When I tried to write a love poem
By Lord Julus aka Iulian Ionescu
To love somebody so intense
Her face among the wreaths to see,
I’ll try to put it in my verse
Could someone try to fetter me?
Is anyone among the living
Who would dare to chain my hands-
His thoughts are probably deceiving
His consciousness it kneels and bends.
As I can feel the chains already,
Not fettering around my wrists
But my heart surrounding steady
As is the church around the priests.
Nor my legs are caught together
Or my head into a mesh
But my core is bolt forever
And is beatin’ by the lash.
For I sent thee all the flowers
That arose over the Earth
And I played on all the powers
I was given at my birth.
None was good enough to conquer
Your heart or make it hear
Now my paper is a drunker,
Not of whisky but of tear.
My pen quivers in my hand
As it snows the words around
All the words onto the trend
Fall together on the ground.
For you this poem I was writing
When suddenly I understood
And the paper I was parting
As I knew it was no good.
To love somebody so intense
Her face among the wreaths to see,
I tried to put it in my verse
The words themselves they fettered me.
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