Camelot

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Monday, July 6, 2015

Struggles With Love



I struggle with love

Poems

Are not

My specialty

Is in the dark
Hidden places
Where I love to go

My muse lives there

It's not that
I don't feel

Love

Is here
Surging through

My veins

Throb with
Fiery passion
Barely concealed
Filling my soul with
Colors
Radiant and bright

My mind just has no words

So I struggle with love

Poems

Dark and confused
Are my forte
Because I love to go
Where my muse
Resides
In the shadows
Calling me

I visit but never
Ever stay

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