The Gift Of Poetry Poem by Sarah Persson

I give to you my poetry,
An entire book of it I gift,
You may not read into it what I've seen,
For you have your own thoughts to breathe into it.

Our lives become merged through this book
But our lives are completely seperate,
Singular, not together at all,
Yet do we compare?Should we?
I think not.

And tonight as we drink a toast with our friends,
The clinking of glasses will drown out my words,
Words that only we hear, words that we know
And have set to our own tempo and fulfilment.

We will not share them together,
Yet we can share them to the point that,
My thoughts, my comparisons,
My compromises and my errors, my sacrifices and my loves, merge with yours.
You can only relate to what belongs with your soul,
Your being and with your imagination.

My words will now just be with you,
As you know and have interpreted them.