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The Messenger
by: Arthur Zulu


I sent you to her to say,
“I love you.”
And you come back and say,
“She wants a castle.”

I dispatched you to my love to say,
“I dream of you.”
And you return and say,
“She needs a flower garden.”

Go, tell her I own no castles or flower gardens.
But I can write her sweet poems of those.
Don’t tell me, “She reads no poems.”
For castles and gardens perish.
But love never dies.
And poetry is love!

(EXCERPTED FROM "BEAUTIFUL," A POETRY COLLECTION BY ARTHUR ZULU, TO BE PUBLISHED SOON. IF YOU ENJOYED READING THE POEM AND WOULD LIKE TO MAKE A VOLUNTARY CONTRIBUTION TOWARD ITS PUBLICATION, PLEASE CONTACT THE AUTHOR.)

ARTHUR ZULU is an editor, book reviewer, playwright, and published author. He also writes short stories, scripts, essays, and poems, and ghost writes for others.
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ARTHUR ZULU is an editor, book reviewer, playwright, and published author. He also writes short stories, scripts, essays, and poems, and ghost writes for others.

 


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