Poetic Beauty Analysis (My View) Poem by Sans Serif

Paper in front
And a pen
In my hand,
I wait...
...
The words will
Come...
...
From where you ask?
From the bowels of
Despair
And the crags of
Depression.
From the summit
Of Ecstasy
And the pinnacle
Of Happiness
Words need not
A uniform form,
They need only
Soul, Heart, and Emotion.
Paper in front
And a pen
In my hand
I wait...
...
What do I mean you ask?
Simple.
When you write
Poetry,
How do you usually feel?
Emotional, right?
When you read it back,
What part of you would it
Generally affect?
The heart, right?
When it's complete, you feel
You've put your soul into it,
Right?
That is my opinion of
Poetic Beauty.
Everyone has their views,
And now you know mine.
Paper in front
And a pen
In my hand
I wait...
...
Now I put my heart and soul
Into my hand and
Read off of my
Emotions.