Writing of a Love, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Writing of a Love

The dark blue inked pen I hold in my hand,
While there is a log jam within my mind,
Writing of a love I don’t understand.

My heart is locked, my mind isn’t in command.
No words, just pictures of her do I find.
The dark blue inked pen I hold in my hand.

Love in my life did not go as was planned.
Thinking our hearts would surely be combined.
Writing of a love I don’t understand.

I may have made too much of a demand.
Shall I write, “Sorry for being so blind?”
The dark blue inked pen I hold in my hand.

My love passes through her hands as if sand.
But how is my true love to be defined?
Writing of a love I don’t understand.

Shall I write, “My feelings should not be banned?”
How I struggle on what should be opined.
The dark blue inked pen I hold in my hand,
Writing of a love I don’t understand.

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