Who are you to stop my chest,
Mid beat and with one breath left.
Who are you to feel bereft
When my loves intention can scare off death.
Who are you to make sun shine,
Who am I to fall behind,
To fall in love and then unwind,
With solutions and confusions bound to Bind.
Who are you to be in my reach.
Of every wall but the one love breached
To lose my throne and be beseech-ed,
While I kiss the ground beneath your feet.
Who are you to feel contempt.
Expressions as pointless as the liar intent.
To guard you from hurt is the hero lament.
When all seems lost and hope is spent.
Who are you to live alone,
Wishes telling you to come back home.
Chances are I wont sit by your throne.
What heroes and jesters can call there own.
Instead Ill love you from the poor side of town.
Where riches are fiction and Love can be found,
Where money is second to the power of the renown
And I can love you forever without making a sound.
Edward Ramsden
I like this poem, Don't tell anyone though.
They will all just think i'm arrogant and up myself.
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