Well, friend, the sad fact is. . .rhyming poems are out of fashion. Here is my take on your poem, without rhyming:

I wish you were here
My heart is like a pine tree
Full of cones
All aligned like days

I have pine tar in my veins for you
Oh, love
And will take you to holy communion
And our love will become a tabernacle
Of the forest

My words will kiss you
Like a Douglas Fir
So hard that
All the bark comes off your trunk
Leaving us both
In a funk

you're in love with what kills you,
i've never seen you embrace poison so painfully.
it's traits are unknown by it's face,
but you lust,
out of moan and disgrace.

you're dying, don't you see it's
lies are frying you out.
your home resides in a place called doubt,
and there you call me from your burning phone.
everything around you is killing you slowly,
your home is a mouth,
that is swallowing you down.

your love that you've claimed,
shanks your mind with deceit,
and to reciprocate, you thank him.

Very few people believe this kind of love exists. They deny what others feel, and can even label a lover as a stalked, or worse.

What I see is a beautiful poem for the one you live. Nothing creepy or frightening.

Never deny how you feel just to please others.

Shall I compare thee to an angel, to a saint
For you're exalted in thy character and grace
For when your beauty stuns I can show no restraint
For I see nothing but gentleness in your face

Gentleness that speaks of a call of song and love
That beckons thee to come forward and stand surprised
She watches from below as I smile above
And giggled, and blush so red it is advertised

Your smile in heaven's the best thing to occur
For no legend of your greatness is a myth
I swear as I come your happiness shall recur
For God above shall smile at who we are with

I give my heart, soul, and mind to make you happy
To protect you from harm, and talk with you gladly

-Game-

I hang my head in shame,
When you ask, I say "I'm fine",
But the truth is, I'm struggling in this game.

27 days and I relapsed,
I puked so much,
That I collapsed.
The scars go up in number,
More of them than friends,
I'm getting close to my deep slumber.

I hang my head in shame,
When you ask, I say "I'm tired",
But the truth is, I'm loosing in this game.

A cut to deep,
And a pill to many,
It put me in eternal sleep.
I'm 6 feet under,
you read my note,
and now you wonder.

I hung my head in shame,
And when you'd ask, I was silent,
But the truth was, I lost this game...

(p.a)

Thanks for you suggestions and comments.

Cast adrift upon a tidal wave of Darkness
Outwardly searching sails to Heartless
Darkling thoughts, lies so Baseless
Observations sensing Starkness.
Mans plea mutinous, Signless.
Phantoms impart, Peerless,
Moon Rayless, Ageless
Minds I Monstrous
Holy Scantness
Humans Flightless
Cordless and Pathless,
Row pearl heart, Cureless
Bleeds truthless, Icy stillness
Poseidons adrift aegis, Crewless
Despairs end reached, love Mastless
So gustless, mermaids cry alas O Notus

Notus (Νότος) God of the south wind
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