Poem #19: Next to you.

Next to you, I'm invincible.

Words that are true are never invisible.

The only way for me to describe how I feel is poetry.

So, while it is difficult, I will speak with love solely.

Your love is sweet, warm and with a hint of mint.

Fragrant, delicious, satisfying. Your love killed many, didn't it?

As your love is also a poison, a curse.

Once in its thrall, you lose all sense of choice.

Your love is a murderer, but a beauty.

A pure feeling of horror, but in honesty.

When someone falls, they know where they are going.

So your love is a downfall, and it's problems are showing.

But that won't change much, because even so, I find my heart growing.

I love you.