O Love Poem by me poet yeps poet

Thou shall be more amazed
as you read me more again
I am that light
that candle which
is lit
not by matches
but by flames of those
who ignite
reading my
in-core delight

poetry call it you might
twill be an universal delight

Poetry is not alone
my birth right
when I am in sight
you read me well
but when the lights gone
you will say
O what the hell
poetry 'twas
O poet

anyone can tell
ere one rings
an alarm bell
poets alone can tell

you also may
if you are blessed