A Widow's Heart

I am a constance to the sun!

Oh such ravishing beauty I adore

For changes are imminent to me

They are a part of what makes me breathe,

And I am a bit nervous and scared

The brittle heart makes tears

For tears are a ravishing part of my world

I find constance in everything

For a widow's heart is furious

And the storm kicks in at its best

My brutal tear

Comes in at its best,

For I live in your honor

For the rest of my days

And I love you unconditionally

And wholeheartedly...

Speak to my soul, therefore you are!

Rebel against the roses that fail

And to be brave

Is to be passionate about something,

My diary screams of brittle words

For brittle words are revealing...

Oh the thought of you being without rest

What brutal love shall we manifest?

As hearts touch

In the candor of the moment,

I feel myself as a widow out of place

Such pleasant poetry relieves my ears!

The sounds of daydreams

Dancing in my tears,

Oh what crucial fault am I?

For I was never married...yet I am always adored

In the wake of the flowers that tease me

I give my love the perfect squeeze,

Oh how prevalent is the faulty gore?

I shall dance in tragedy forever!

And together we shall mount the mend

Beneath Satan's grave...

For Satan's grave is prevalent

To the massive amount of stars,

Such scars represent such emptiness

I find your flower to be mine...

For poetry is a beautiful phase

In a widow's life,

For my life is golden under the sun

I shine for you

My one and only dear,

As roses fall beneath the sun

I write to you my heart's truth--

I love you all the more,

I love you more than my heart's galore!

So I shall give you my brutal tears

May you make a river out of them

And swim freely as you are

In heaven's bask!

I adore you, I adore you, I adore you

In heaven's bask;

May a widow see the stars behind.