I have come to cherish,
This gift I've been given...
With words to create.
I only knew I had been attracted to letters.
Upper case/lower case?
To me it didn't matter.
Then one day I awakened,
With a wish to write words all over the place.
The walls in hallways, cement stars and doors.
I thought they needed written words on them!
What else would they be there for?
'And...? '
And...?
What?
'Is that it?
What about your words? '
I like to use them when I write.
However...
In conversation?
I am mainly submissive.
'Do you prefer upper or lower case? '
That depends on the mood, the setting...
And,
Of course...
The ambiance that sustains,
My attractiveness to the subject.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem