Anyways, here's a poem I wrote some time ago (I seem to have suddenly experienced a block in the past few years). As is usual with me, I'm sharing it with you (yes, you).
Oh, one more thing: big ups to the Queen. You're one heck of a writer!
The song I sing is a song of love
Bequeathed to me by an immigrant dove
With a broken wing and a song to sing
Many tales to tell, many bells to ring.
The dove did a solitary candle light
Within myself, did start a fight
Blinded by each ray of hope
Yet wishing still in the dark to grope
To hold on to a broken heart
Afraid to be born anew, to start
A journey long since left behind
A weakened spirit, a fragile mind.