The Poem Of Poems Poem by Savio Antonio Vogt

I sing unto thee,
I sing of that, like a honey bee.
I sing unto the vast sea,
I sing to thy, what I see
I listen to ones which where never heard, I speak to those whom have not heard a word
I feed to those who never ate sweet curd
I loved those who never liked love
I make them like a free dove
I make them remove the hatred glove
I write unto them a poem; with low'em'
this is the way I express, I never, to anyone, depress
I write a poem of a poem, which would be sown on 'em'
I write to them, to convey my heart, so that it would fill up the torn aparts
the poem of poems, I call it thee.