Lonely Poetry

Do you know you are the subject
of a lonely poets dreams.
You are my muse.
You make me write
the darkest sorrows
and the rosiest dreams.
Cause you are my sweet fantasy
and painful love all in one.
You are the blooming flower
and the virgin snow.
Beautiful and fragile
as my bleeding heart.

Do you see the hidden secrets
that lies beneath my words.
you are the poetry in my blood.
As my hand writes you
and my mind worships you
as the moonlight hits the paper
a lonely poet has lost her heart.