When the moon walks on your heart,
And the world is all an art;
It is a priceless portion poetry-
A poet's song of liberty.
Liberty of words;
A saving grace from swords.
Liberty to write
The world in a whole new light.
Poetry is a kingdom
Of expression coined in wisdom.
It is a pride of life,
Even for those without a wife.
Have you seen a tortoise on a tree?
Poetry is an imagination that is free.
It is a fact without a fault,
A world wide wheel without a halt.
Poetry is a gorgeous garment,
That dresses a mournful moment.
It is all an heart-borne gift
That gives the soul a sincere lift.
Poetry is a beautiful murder
Of my pen- my bosom brother-
My first and foremost friend
Who knows all beginnings and every end.