Poet's Hand Poem by PHUMLA KHANYILE

So lucky is the paper you write on

It gets a frequent touch of your hand

How I wish I was the ink in your pen

To write out the thoughts of your mind


Dear Poet am in love with your words

I wish they were my own

If not written with me in mind

Only for my eyes


I love how you tell your tales

With words that pleads

Even with a whisper

So full of sincere


So lucky is the paper you write on

For you mark it with you ink of affection

Wetting it with your emotions

Turn it over with tenderness


I wish twas my heart you writing on

With an ink that never fades

Implanting eternal feelings

Within hardened covers


I love your lines of verses

They sing a soothing song

Oh let alone your thousand voices

They speak to me in the still of the night


Write on hands on the poet, write on

Page the petals of my heart, write on

Dare not leave any sweet word untold

Tell me all that my heart ought to be told