Blood Ink

Oh, love you are the fire

that moves my heart

to do good things, 

you are the heaven

that hold visions in my eyes

to move my spirit to write,

Where pleasure and pains

that gives my life rains

in a world, so cold,

I stand so bold,

 So, I write out my blood

cries in my own blood ink

of what it is my heart

bleeds for the world to read. 

Poetic Judy Emery © 2000