kenngrimm Poetry (2)

if thou has lust you should put forth trust

love is not something only found above falling from the wings of a dove

friend is a begining to soothe your end

your hearts beating truly starts when you have found your other part


thy sorrow lasts only till the morrow all that is asked is for a loved one to let thee borrow support just for stress to leave port

oh hide the moon its beauty will make me swoon,upon the tides will i be soon in search of a peaceful lagoon, in the favor of a mighty king who takes off on nightly wing, here i do hope that i here not the angels sing fore it will mean the end of my journeying, yet have i heard bells ring for family, have i defined my own sanity by foresaking my vanity,know i not causes my insanity,upon the waves my boat doth stay in search of land and place to lay dare storm and monsoon but always trusting the blue moon