I can be no Shakespeare
Nor be a Robert Frost
But if you ask me what I have done?
I will say that I have my heart wrote.
I wonder whether my ink
Will leave an indelible mark,
Or will it even ignite
Something as simple as a spark.
But I shall never stop to write,
Stop the pursuit of my pen,
For whatever be the end result
I wish to write up to the very end.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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A nice poem on love for writing you cherish and you love it so immensely. Straight from the heart. Beautiful flow and rhyming. Loved it. Thanks for sharing.