The question arrived to her one summer day,
as she lay in the park her thoughts nagged her to say,
"How does a poet love?" "In what way?"
In a daze she drifted as a mist whispered to say
in her ears with an answer without delay:
" When a poets in love your thoughts are his gold
he treasures them up to keep and to hold,
Your words are the rays coming forth from the sun
a warmth to his spirit breath to his lungs,"
"When a poets in love he seeks with his soul
encouraging you to reach and strive for your goals,
He writes a poem with thoughts of truth
then writes them in the stars for you,"
"When a poet's in love, he can't get enough,
Your face is the light of his eyes,
Your love his addiction drug,
He makes certain daily you always feel loved,
And he makes known to the world you are his beloved."
(By: Kasey Beasley)
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volume 3 The ink that never stops,and friends
PoetryThis poetry book will be fill with not only a couple of my poems.but poems from my friends,who share the same passion as me.there will be some poems like, love,pain,happiness,darkness and even some poems that some may have experience in life or have...
