Love poems

Shun for sunshine.

The very instance of pride

skimmed the neat

I venture blind

in a house of dreams

the poor is pure at heart

folded embrace

a case

of immoralists showing face

an act belongs on stage

though elsewhere strange

to the enmity of grace

Not new to me

What is this ethereal gown

of pity

in a lost city

She knows me

Yet not

I wept a word dry bottles pried the inevitable no of none

The way brief attempt for an advised admiration

Cries an empty hole in a wasted shattered memorial

Where my dreams are alone

Loon lights grievant seers corn

the cornerstone of life

breaks a listeners strife

in tempting hours sudden honesty

A room’s catching sun

Frowning clouds dripping of my shoulder

Boulder

Borders

Build the invincible creators make

Pity sake

She wakes leaving

the rescemblent night walks gallons of tears

in fears of touching sun rays

aches

the quiet breech of destiny

varied teach of charity

reach me

as I look into the morning sun

found dreaded gone

she shun on