Poetry Was...

January 25, 2011
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Poetry was…
The language you spoke to me.
I was very fluent to your foreign words…
I could understand.
Poetry was…
Written in the letters you gave to me
The phrases tattooed to my heart…
I’ll always remember.
Poetry was…
Shakespeare’s whispers to me,
The compassion of our madly in love romance sage…
I feel affections
Poetry will…
Forever be an element of me,
Your muse and love has furnished inspiration in my life,
So then…I write.





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