Featured Poem: Timeless Love

Featured Poem: Timeless Love - by Martins Deep

I fear to tell you

Why I go to the dark cave every evening.

If you must know

Its because she that my soul loves is a dragon.

A wild beast.

She devours my fears.

She invades my mind and dispels

My doubts.

She dethrones my ego

And breaks the walls of hate.

She sinks the ships of depression

I surrendered as she broke down my gates.

She has taken the empire of my soul.

Can you find her kind

In the book of animals?

She haunts the cities

Of my painful past

And brings to me spoils.

Wisdoms.

She is not beautiful?

Your eyes will never tell you she is.

Her beauty is not given for the eyes to behold.

Your eyes will lie to you.

She breathes fire; I burn.

She beats my pen into a sword; I conquer.

She is not among the daughters

That go down to the stream

With earthen pots to draw water.

She is wingless

Without the poetry

My heartbeats recites.

My whispers is the wind

She glides in.

I sail in her tears

To lands eagles have not seen.

My ink is the only wine she drinks.

She lies drunk in my arms

and that's when you find me here.

Do not frown at this slave I have become

O do not!

For I'm lost to a love

So beyond words.

There is no return.

Seek me not

You will never find me

tracing my footprints on the sands.

Footprints can only be found

on the sands of time.

The realm in her

arms is timeless.

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