A poet is,

An out of bodyExperience,Sensibility, acutenessLife’s most beautiful,Improvement,The Art of givingOf yourself,GenerouslyThe very best,Without thinkingFirst and selfishlyOf your little world,Thus of all the thingsWorld over,The deepest happiness.

Is a long-short storyWith a bad ending,Depending, on what you doWho you meet,Who you are,Some have it better than othersBut life is out of our controlNo matter, who you areFor there are governmentsMade up of the most,Dishonest lying people,Rather, they Are crooksThat manipulate countries and lives,As if they were pieces of meatCarved up by their…

It’s verses soft petals,Looking for more room,Blooming notions,Thoughts that settle,And express,The heart’s own tune,In full bloom,Reaching for the moon.

Beloved,You, the only oneThat really understoodThat sharing, lovingIs where the heartIs never done.

Of Venetian glass,So transparentAnd so sweet,Hand blown,Architecturally, perfectAnd with diamonds sownSo that when you ownThe gem of LoveYou’re the richest personWithout a doubt.Please don’t questionAny of the above,Just love, love and love.A poet’s wordsYou have to feelAnd that also,For Romantics,Has great appeal.

You’re not only the love of my life,But my inspiration, too.