Of What Do Poets Dream Poem by Shaun Cronick

I softly asked my lover for a theme,
With which to weave my tuneful verse.
She whispered, of what do poets dream,
What fills for them a great gift or curse?

And as she spoke, her gentle eyes,
Became like well springs beneath my gaze.
Few words I found to emphasize,
With heart on fire and my passion ablaze.

Oh my love, let my glances speak,
What mortal words can I express.
Read in my eyes the truth you seek,
For your love alone spells happiness.