In Concession

Longing for a heart,
to throw a love poem at
caring not, the words used
staggering with thoughts
confounded bliss
swaying in the tallest grass

But I find nothing
no secret smiles
whispers escape me
sentences hung with clichés
crumpled despair
I am no Shakespeare
nor dreaming lover,

But arise!
I shall throw ink to paper
never mind it sticking
I'll pen a sonnet
a ballad

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poem by Sven Coop
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