I wrote this yesterday..be gentle

[emptypoetn]

The smell of warm vanilla surrounds me,

But amongst it lingers the scent of celestial bodies,

They are the smells of ancient admirers,

Their forms wrapped with perfumes like an outline,

I can see without looking; I know what’s mine.

Love means nothing if it could be better,

I always feel unsatisfied; statistics agree with me,

That chances are there’s someone else,

Someone better to suit all our lives and ambitions,

I can hold this view from all different positions.

I just want to know what it is when it is real,

As a bard I have overruled all physical boundaries,

I have defined all sight by sound,

I can do anything with words; I can sound sincere,

I whisper my nothings in my journal; a deaf ear.

I’ve known only two strong loves in my life,

I held one for the maiden with a journal like mine,

She could send shivers up my spine,

And the strongest love; still today goes without loss,

To a mortal it would be insanity, to die for humanity as he did on the cross.