Poetry Catharsis

Who loves thee?

Strong wind do push thy leaves,

Some times on feet it acts as greaves,

Strong thunder do strike thy heart,

Some nights do reminisce a hart.

And seldom does her peach complexion stretch,

But ever so gently her smile scratched,

Maybe too hot for the life of sun,

Maybe too cold for the ice to run.

Who loves Thee?

Who loves Thee?

The fool hath asked.

The fool hath asked.

Thou I shall not love,

Thou I shall not love,

All rotten flesh and fresh,

All blood lush and trash.

Eyes do not giveth sight,

Mouth do not giveth words,

Tongues do not giveth taste,

Hands do not giveth touch.

And so thy eternal heart shall not fade,

And so thy eternal soul shall not be made,

Nor shall death be bestowed upon head,

Nor shall life be gifted upon the dead.

So long as heart can breath,

So long lives this,

This life of thee.

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This can be interpreted in many different ways/perspectives and may have meanings that differ from each individual. If you want to know, my own meaning and what I see when I wrote this, you can dm me :)

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