The words of a poet
live a romance so emotionally
that it lets you stop breathing for a while because it is so intense.
Extroverted he shares
his introverted thoughts
And often it makes as much sense
as it makes no sense.
His poetry is like the wind
you can’t catch it
but like a tornado it always catches you
in a moment you did not expect it
And his words speak with elegance
and shine with grace to show grateful
his respect to life’s lessons
His poetry doesn’t need to hide
behind a nice dress of lies
that might look good
but feels so worse
Because its naked truth
shows comfortably the perfect beauty
It lets him find his own answers
To questions that have found him
Not to prove anything
But to picture in letters what he has seen
It is so intimate
That poetry can never find a common definition
just a personal one
And when his letters come closer together to hug a word
and the dot carefully starts kissing a sentence
You know
that this romance is a love that is as beautiful
as it is painful
because it is so intense and deep
The love of a poet
is his love for life
and In the passionate sounds of his honest words you will see a lifetime relationship
that lives and loves
beyond the known
that he calls affectionately Poetry
I. Love. This! 🤗✍🏼❤️📖 I’d like to discuss the possibility of using the final stanza as the quote that prefaces my next book! (Obviously, you would be credited.) This is the working cover, but you may see my other books online. 📚
I’d like to touch base with you about this at your earliest convenience.