Poem

Just a poem I wrote.

Like the buzzing of the bees
Or the swaying of the trees
Velvet words on summers breeze.
Each night I wish I was with her
Only to know I’m the saboteur.
For my love for her runs soul deep
Magic rises before she sleeps.
Youth will go and dissipate
Love I didn’t anticipate
If I could change but one thing
Forget that, there is nothing
Erode my heart, I concede