A Man of Letters
Sometimes in rhyme forget
these poems I scribe
written when thoughts beset
the chant of our tribe
that in love I write
the words the need be said
to make these words alight
to the eyes in which they're read
often times I say and believe
by the flaillng pen and blade
in thier gifts the poet recevice
before the inked page doth fade
to know of love deep within
and by it's warmth fight the cold
a new verse will soon begin
love is only for the bold
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