When I tried to write a love poem

                By Lord Julus aka Iulian Ionescu

To love somebody so intense
	Her face among the wreaths to see,
I’ll try to put it in my verse
	Could someone try to fetter me?
Is anyone among the living
	Who would dare to chain my hands-
His thoughts are probably deceiving
	His consciousness it kneels and bends.
As I can feel the chains already,
	Not fettering around my wrists
But my heart surrounding steady
	As is the church around the priests.
Nor my legs are caught together
	Or my head into a mesh
But my core is bolt forever
	And is beatin’ by the lash.
For I sent thee all the flowers
	That arose over the Earth
And I played on all the powers
	I was given at my birth.
None was good enough to conquer
	Your heart or make it hear
Now my paper is a drunker,
	Not of whisky but of tear.
My pen quivers in my hand
	As it snows the words around
All the words onto the trend
	Fall together on the ground.
For you this poem I was writing
	When suddenly I understood
And the paper I was parting
	As I knew it was no good.
To love somebody so intense
	Her face among the wreaths to see,
I tried to put it in my verse
	The words themselves they fettered me.

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