When poets fall in love once more,
They feed on dreams at night
About their sweethearts and amour,
With hopes, things turn out right.
Time marches on as thoughts ensue,
And hunger pains take hold,
They think of rhymes for I LOVE YOU!
Love stories to be told.
They pick up pens as titles come
And first lines follow on,
No longer feeling quite as glum,
Like some whose love has gone.
The tributes flow like mellowed wine,
Perchance for sweet success,
With heartfelt rhymes on which to dine
That merit happiness.
Thus poets strive with great intent,
Expressing how they feel,
While feeding on each sentiment,
Mixed feelings to reveal.
New poems stir the pot, you see,
They feed the appetite,
When lonely hearts share poetry
With ones who brought delight.
For those who warmed their broken hearts,
For those who changed their lives,
And wedding days when true love starts
For husbands and their wives.
Denis Martindale. January 2022.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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