Syllabic poem Stories

"Who am I but a millionaire of love."That is what I whisper to my darling oneIn her sleep I gently breathe her essence in and smileKnowing we must never part in this lifeNo, not yet It seems I can soar aloft in her eyesFlying so high I wake the very cloudsUp above My little dove the constant star of loveShe twinkles so brightly smiling with joyIn her heart True treasures have not always come my way This just award must be...

Red umbrella in the rain Empty drops of searing pain Danger comes from skies above Undermining thoughts of love Makes me want to will away Bleeding that may come her way Random cries of tender grace Etching hearts without a trace Lilting voices singing out Lending faith with every shout Anguish spreading over me Ill prepared as we might be Nonetheless I feel your grief Trying hard to spread relief Hearing every cry of fea...