Weep Not O Jilted One

I can now see the depths of wounds but overcome will ye you are a poet LOVE IS JUST A COMMA...... for Romantic poets ever who found no love when alive then they died after a while Born were millions like bees in a bee hive the Queen wandering in the loneliness Where gone has he the wilderness says come into my folds why bear so much misery untold within my form fold I alone for times to come hold now your love unfold So may poets came alive after their demise they live still in human hearts of those born and those who will You be likewise a poet still wipe your eyes time does never kill it has its own Will....