When one is in love, a poet is born
A figure remains and a legend is formed

Yet, they remain a shadow 
And then their souls become fragile

Loneliness kills them inside,
But even so, in the alleys they must hide

Such as a guitarist
They write and feel to their furthest

Others see them as those who know not where to go
But they miss the point- that inside they grow!

Sometimes they stop believing in love and friends...
Because of the thoughts and feelings that won't blend

Their heart is a mystery ruled by total darkness...
That in their life span only ONE can caress

I remain a fugitive from what kills me inside 
It is why I am a shadow... who can only hide!!