Ode about 2 poets

The poets spoke to God, their hearts cloven.

Lines and rhymes of desperate prayer,

Heart to heart, eye to eye, they dare.

Poets in the darkness of hope's deep night,

Saw the light, though dim, shining bright.

They gave away their souls, shed their blood,

On black roses, in despair they stood.

But a whisper, sweet as wine,

He will awaken, their souls entwine.

On shells of woven pillows, they lay,

Guided by love's gentle sway.

And she will dazzle with her beauty, fair,

As the dawn, banishing despair.

Mother of love and inspiration,

Filling hearts with sweet elation.

Then poets, poets, with opened eyes,

Gaze upon the stars in the skies.

They forget their dreams, for reality's touch,

As they find solace in each other's clutch.

And the lines and rhymes, now not so arbitrary,

Bringing happiness, their love's sweet melody.

— Sincerely, your M