...to be a good poet? A poem that I have written called: The Compass And The Night Skies
Bless the stars that guided me, as I used the North star to help find you as I lost you to the night skies. I have traveled to the East just to see your smile light up the dawn, and have sailed home to the West to get lost in your eyes again. Our love, and affection has always raised the temperature like the summer nights in the South. My heart is then replaced with a compass, the instrument that has been used time and time again to find ones misguided half. The four directions in my compass has always pointed straight to you
Bless the stars that guided me, as I used the North star to help find you as I lost you to the night skies. I have traveled to the East just to see your smile light up the dawn, and have sailed home to the West to get lost in your eyes again. Our love, and affection has always raised the temperature like the summer nights in the South. My heart is then replaced with a compass, the instrument that has been used time and time again to find ones misguided half. The four directions in my compass has always pointed straight to you