He fell in love with how she wrote,
and the beauty of her words;
how easy it is to put in form,
what thoughts she had in her.
He plead to ask how can he do
the writing that she can,
How can she write the beauty in
like nothing's hard for man?
"How easy it is for me...," she said
"for now you're here beside;
Your beauty for which I hold my pen,
is the reason why I write."
YOU ARE READING
This is why I write.
Poetryfor the people I've loved, lost and discovered along the way
