How Many More Poems Will You Inspire in Me
How many more poems will you inspire in me?
How many more tears will you cause in my eyes,
And, how much more pain in the heart?
Each time my heart aches to be with you,
Each time I feel the pangs of sorrow,
Each time my eyes yearn to see your form,
I take to my pen and paper to quell that unquellable knot
of pain in the gut.
I then feel guilty of capitalising on my love for you,
Of having reduced you to mere words,
Though I know that my poems are more than just words.
I subdue those feelings for you,
They return with gusto.
I destroy it,
It resurrects like the Phoenix.
I ignore it,
It envelops me.
It destroys me, it inspires me.
It possesses me, it becomes me.
It is me.
that love for you.
So long as there’s blood in my bones,
So long as there’s air in my breath,
So long will my poems flow for you.