THE ART OF LOVE: POETRY

TWO

KINTSUKUROI

A wise man says that love is patient, it's known to be kind. Such I gave only to remain in bits, fragments of what I came with. It does not boast, God knows I kept you to myself perhaps basked with two more but that's how deep i was in the trance we were so close to simple perfect. Love is not proud though I smile, sometimes with a little frown when I listen to the shades. "Too corny," I disrespect

Blessed with wisdom, love forever hopes. Yes it hopes amid the chaos, within the lessons to the distance it still perseveres. I'm guilty I won't hesitate to put things to their end... Love never fails, words of comfort like these I devour. October's conversation grasped me evoking desire hence a prophecy was poured unto me. Though blessed with knowledge that will pass I await perfection for I know only in part.