Poems Live Forever Poem by Saint Cynosure

Poets share what poets see,
they give this gift of sight to me.
I find it in the words they spell,
in every line the story tells.
Of love thats gone,
or yet to come,
the plus and minus of a sum.
As hearts do beat sometimes as drums,
that sound as soldiers marching.
Poets seems are born with gifts,
the sweet of words that flow from lips.
Like flowers in a field of bloom,
their words of love comfort the room.
When read aloud to each mans space,
the poets words are saving grace.
Poets can not be replaced,
their poems live forever...