Coarse Words and Lovers Words

 Coarse Lovers 

Dearist one dearist one where are thou?

I want to hear from the dear One above.

Where is my saint?

Where is she at?

I want to find my saint all I get is a coarse lover.

Here is what I have said to coarse lovers.

Hearist you are flattery of coarseness and faithfulness of a flock of geese.

Now I know what to say what is true love is it fleeting if not surreal in my heart.

Where does it go like Houdini in a magic show.

Become real in my hand then your hand becomeist real.

Shall a prose like I should when coarseness breaks the hearts of my credulity.

Shall I not or shall I go?

I want to flee but shall I not?

Reason for poetry and prose is the rocks to coarse for creditable love entired by prose.

Are words quaint?

Shall I bring words to life?

Aa re they more to life?

If my word be not true then arrows become of me. Why arrows of sorrow and not cheerful words from above.

People know not the prose of a saint. Saintly prose is what I long for, if not saintly love.

Let saintly love not depart from my heart for coarse words.

When I walk I want to hear her. When I sit I want to love her.

Where is this quaintly saintly love? I long for and goes away?

Let my love be full of love life and blessing.

Let love of lovers words come to life!