The poem
You ask me..
What is Poetry?
While staring
To your eyes
This poor poet;
Your avid fan.
My answer..
While I'm amaze
Watching you.
Poetry is a mystery
Pleasure in my spirit
The poet's life
The poem,
Is compiled words
Every passion
Of emotion and spirit
Reflect on creation-
Of a glad heart.
The function
That is unfathomable
To find the spirit
The core of passion
And fascination.
Probably..
That is the goal
Fiery, strongly
The modest article
Of this soul
Very pleasant.
Like you
That brighten up
My every morning
My hope!
Therefore,
My assumption,
The desire of my heart,
You are the darling
The muse of my dream
In every poem of mine.
The world
And my destiny
The sound of love
In every breath I take
The gift of the creator
The Poet's life!
©jezricocuenta
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