Poem 3

Slowly I would move to song

Words which I had for so long

Left behind and strung along

Hoping that they're true and strong

 

But in the end my love is violent

Telling me “no longer be silent”

And so I disregard entitlement

And I collect you these violets

 

Now I've come to tell you

In many shades of blue 

Just how much I love you

And hope that you do too