I put parts of poems together to make ONE full one
You're a poet of love
The lovelorn man who
Sick in soul and of this busy human heart a weary
Worships the spirit of unconscious life
In tree or wildflower, gentle lunatic
Midway along the journey of our life
I woke to find myself in a dark wood.....
For I had wandered off from the straight path
Now thinking back on the course of my passion
I was like one blind
Unafraid of the dark
