It was an act I learn to grow,
Experience was my source of inspiration
And words were proofs of it
Creating beauty of stories it tells

Men fell for it beauty
Ladies admire it wisdom
Children sing of it schemes
And I poor out my heart within it words

It was an art I had grown to love
What was left behind salutes the faith of tomorrow
For my true love was found with words
Where sorrow was adored
Love was praised
Anger was an example
Kisses were moments
And dreams saw the truth

It as an act that used the same wordings
But told a different story on each page
The pen projects my inner soul
And the paper was my joy heaven

It was an art that spoke of me
It was an act that made me a poet