How A Poet Loves (Conclusion) Poem by Bron Dayvid

A Poet’s love is thoughtful
But often is awfully sorrowful
A Poet’s heart is filled
With darkness emptiness
And considered as blasphemy
Because it’s irrationally
Not the norm we normally see
Or feel… a sensation that confuses
The mind the heart the soul
With what you believe is Love
But what is love but an intangible spirit
You can’t see touch smell or hear it
What is love… but a rapid shift of emotions
Close off the rest of the world and to one person your heart you open
How a poet loves is maniacal
Strange yet exotic so
I can sell you false love you’d still buy it though
Because it’s Beautiful it’s art
It goes beyond just the use of the heart
How a Poet Loves is… so much greater than just the word
Astonishing and amazing but at times absurd
Unreal because you feel a way and hear things you have never b 4 felt or heard
How a Poet Loves… defines Love
Combines love… with darkness
To see this type of love is the hardest
A Poet’s love is a painting
A Poet is an Artist