(untitled #1) Poem by bob barci

I have no idea
of what will end up
on this here paper.
I am on my way
to see those who love me.
I am being loved,
by those I love in return.
I have time to spare,
to write these words for them.
I need for them to know,
they are being loved
by one who loves them so.
I have no idea,
of how to let them know.
I have words to write,
in an attempt to tell them so.

I am called a poet,
although life supplies the verse.
I am called a lover,
when it's just a verse I'm after.
I am just a verse finder,
to get out the words I need.

I have no idea,
of how I should go on.
I am not a quitter,
when I have a closing line.
I have not a closing line,
so, I'll just say good-bye.
Good-bye.
Good-bye for now.