Melancholy holds true
When my emotions are ripe
Ripe like peaches upon their tree
Juicy emotions I know others see
Truth in a simple poets
Thoughts as if from molted lava
Words emotional a poets stock and trade
Orgassmicly paint thoughts feeling caressing paper
Whatever formate used
Bark of a tree
Paper stock
Palms of hands
Its the writer I am that sings
Sonets lathered with emotion
As constant as a lovely woman.
True
Deep
Unforgiving paim!