The Poet
The heart of the poet is ageless
She throws off the cloak of time
And dances away with her senses
Melting hearts with the words she combines
Never a moment is wasted
When her mind is not penning a rhyme
Revealing a heart that is naked
As it pumps out a story divine
She proclaims moments of love everlasting
Then broken hearted she shares the despair
Of lost loves that were promised in passing
Then waits as her heart is repaired
She spins stories that willingly capture
Your heart, your mind and soul
As she fashions a verse full of splendor
In a way only she can extol
She is an artist that paints but a picture
Of cadmium, violets, and blues
Her words blend a lovely pallet of colors
As the portrait of her life is effused
And if you but listen quite closely
A faint melody you will hopefully hear
As she composes a symphony so sweetly
Of laughter and joy mixed with tears
Golden tongue flames burn internal
For others years later shall find
That the heart of the poet is eternal
And knows not to answer to time
Poetry by BlueyedSoul
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Written on 2005-12-01 at 01:17
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