An experience I'll evoke in my loose papers,
Autumn leafs that I'll gather, and write on,
And how long can they last;
before new ones are born?Broken pearls that flow over the stream of trusts,
and who can ever fix cracks in mirrors?
O' who do you sight in your reflections?
Though I am A man who never claims';
I'll hand you a sample, to my judges,
I'm the victim without witnesses,
nor evidence,
but that I lost my heart one day,
A thief I'd claim,
who promised yellow gardens,
blue rivers that streams,
and forever living dreams,They asked me,
O'they asked me,
the colours of your eyes,
the tunes of your hairs,
a description they asked me,
And I lost my breath,
when I thought of you,How could I ever convict you?
That I love you,
or that I need you?
Convict me and throw me in jails,
Life imprison me,
and Ask them to punish me,
for that I can't trust you once more,but how far is autumn from spring?
till I write to you again,
and fall for you my darling,
like each time I see you,
I carry the world on feathers.
JE LEEST
Burning Papers-love poems
PoëzieThese set of poems were published to describe love in a very unique way, hope, love and hate all in one poem