The Poets’ Garret
The world seems empty when I am alone
Unable to feel her lips kissing mine
The colder winds bite deep into the bone
And time and thought unable to align
When the heart is absent from love’s embrace
Alone, I’m out of sorts and out of placeSweetest love beats not for a poet’s muse
Yet still the feelings flow within his ink
It often seems his pen can pick and choose
Echoes of lost time that force him to think
But sooner love should give his words their sage
Than memories frozen upon a page
© JG Farmer 2016
Form: English Sestet – http://www.thepoetsgarret.com/2014Challenge/form05.html
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