Poem about love.
I woke this morning to see the sun rise.
You’re still possessed by sleep, but I have captured my prize.
Looking out the window, the birds sing their praises to the morning.
I hear you fumbling behind me; the sun on your face like in my dream.
These days,
They won’t last forever.
These days,
Of love, wine and leather.
These days,
Pure as the sunshine.
These days,
They were so hard to find.
In all the lives I have lived, I’ve never felt as content as I do now.
A thousand years have we loved, but never voiced the sound.
Was I Joan of Ark, consumed by your happy flames?
An inferno we created, spectators witnessing our bane.
These days,
That we are together.
These days,
Of messy canter.
These days,
With the woes of a thousand sorrows.
These days
In the fight of the sparrow.
Can’t help but notice the loose pentameter on the first line. Great job! 
when i read your poem for a moment i felt i was in a big theatre with the dim light, sitting alone. and you were there on the stage with your poem. it was such a great feeling
good poem… i read it 3 times anyway
wonderful!
romantic indeed
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