My Heart Is Your Heart Nonetheless;

The omnipresence of love is lost in amor

Does poetry make me weak in the knees?

Let the formulance of love be of power

For true resistance is not enough

Oh hail to the words that makes us stuck

Between the lights, and the poles, and the circumstance

And I write how I really feel

In the midst of a tragic romance,

How can I live vicariously through you

When my life is not intact?

The presence of my ownership has gone

And I am re-establishing the passion

Through life's armor...

So when is the love so far flowing

When the purpose of my life is treason?

And free thinkers explode in reason,

So what is the reason for this?

Behold this world through passion

My hunger pangs are at stake

I feel as if the world embraces me

When I'm beautifully broken;

And let the timber bells collide

The battle of the war has begun

Oh mi amor, this love has begun

The wild cherries have bound this mirth;

Oh uniqueness is pretty restless

For I have found my home in brokenness

And all the king's horses

And all the king's men

Collide...

Oh life is such an art

I feel deeply for my part

When waging roses bow down

Have a heart and have a heart for me

And life's soliloquy stands at the door

Like a ghost from my past

Behold this broken heart,

Can it survive one more life?

For my life's broken treason is near,

Do you want me to bestow?

For I love you more than I've ever been

In love;

In the depths of society

The petals of your soul

Are driven by bitterness,

I am a tree that hangs in the balance

Oh desperate tree, do you want to be free?

For there is love

Somewhere

On

This

Earth.