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For who pens the write. FOR WHO PENS THE WRITE. The sad of a lonely night Is inspiration for the romantic poet’s pen For only those who have lost love Are capable of writing beautiful poetry And of they who have never known love It is a snapped finger against thumb As the mind fills a heavy ledger of profit And the poet who retains a sweet love Simply laughs and pens a limerick I am in joy of the dark And such memories as a heart stirs That I write… Did she ever love me? Those words said in so easy excite While eyes deepened to encourage belief That each weed picked Was to my love’s eye a precious rose That each word spoken to my heart Was more an inspired spark of religion Was she more fair to have existed Sweet excellent memory That I pen such poetry from sad hurting And more’s the beauty to its style My ink is the damp of tears The lines of the page are torn heartstrings The pen is a torment’s thorn And I am master of beauty’s poem For I am to lost love who pens the write |
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