Poet's Lament

[LePhantomeRatta]

I write of lovers
and thier sordid affairs
hiding under cover
knocking over chairs
lost, together, in thier own little world


I write of lips
parted and wise
leaning in
as they close thier lustful eyes

cherishing the world
studying your face
writing of girls and boys
dressed in armor and lace

[Sweets America]

I find this poem very nice, it sounds special. :) I like the tone of it and the rhymes sound natural to me. I love the way you describe things in your poem, that's interesting and subtle. Just one little thing: I guess that by 'thier', you mean 'their'?