The poet quietly begins to wonder
His thoughts loud as thunder
“Have my words lost time?
What are the chances I could find
Words to fill line after line once more?
Words that tell of a boundless loves open door
Love carried so by a gentle dove
Snuck into slumbers to be dreamt of
Have my words gone deaf
Taken from the ears in theft?
No one left wants to hear
Words of love put to the ear
Not even the great Shakespeare
Can make them endear
Have my words lost touch?
Is writing of love too much
When most use love as a crutch?
For I have read of disparity
When love was used carelessly
For love without wings
Is a harp without strings
A kingdom without kings
Or the years empty of summers and springs
For I believe love is a wonderful thing
Oh, how I hang to its apron-string
And write the words I want to sing
Have my words gone blind?
Are they the wrong kind?
But who needs sight or sound
When the heart, love has found?
Only a fool wouldn’t know it!”
What do you think?