Dear You-Know-Who
For your eyes, my thoughts I've written
The infallible gesture of my admiration
Pen like a sword these pages I've smitten
Ink like blood has shown my commitment
In the final moments of this night I pray
My love guides you, as a light, my way
For you see this ode of my passion
May it not turn eulogy of it,
Even by any or all concussions
From Peter-You-May-Know-Who
YOU ARE READING
Hypnosis: Vol I
PoetryA Collection of Poems ********************************************* Love may be a facade. Love may be deceptive. Even now in this state I write of love, I myself may not be in consciousnesses.
