I Express This Poem With All My Heart;

If love is love from another door

I fall to my heart once more

For lovely doors open more and more doors

True hearts instill the mystery

Incredibly judgmental are people without souls

For souls are souls of the kind

Be still my lukewarm lover...do you hear yourself speak?

Speak to me in unison of your heart

I find you to be the killer cause

Of hopeless spirits,

For my hopeless spirit falls once more

Romantic faces smile in their daze

Oh the lukewarm gaze...what shall we accomplish?

I express my heart with a killer gaze

Such lovely bells break the mold

Oh to have and to hold; a lover's gaze is warm

And I am warned of the sorts

Such triggery reminds me of gallantry

Oh kill me with your counter eyes

Do lovely molds despise?

Don't be afraid to smile at the killer,

The killer of counter hearts;

For I despise you, my lukewarm lover

You wear a poor tuxedo with ugly shoes

Yet I despise those too,

And my heart falls again and again

The blood of my soul recreates

For tomorrow is the mourning of all lovers

May we breathe once again...

Oh how breathless is the artistry of hate

When we're constantly defining love?

Inside I am the tuxedo

And you are the man,

For butterfly wings are wingless

Without love;

And without love I am not human

For I constantly need love

As a form of twisted inspiration--

What do you know about me of sorts?

A thousand lions can roar all at once

Yet my heart roars louder,

For the louder my heart roars

The more vulnerable it becomes,

May my heart roar once more;

And all the bells clash in the morning sun,

How bright is the heart when it is broken?

I break with the sun

For I am dawn,

How beautiful is the sky?

And all along we are kindred spirits

Running with fate and its treasured ends

For I love the vibe that karma sends

Beating hearts beat no more...

Oh what a warm face you are to me

A morning kiss would suffice

For passion is a power play,

I love the kisses you suffice

And at last...we are paradise

The perfect paradise to spare

And the feeling of the perfect home

Is the perfect home with you--

And with every fiber of my being

I mean all these words,

For I am of love, really.