by Guest Tue May 04, 2010 11:49 pmMy reciting seemed to delight her,
Though for me it was love at first sight,
When she found out I was a poet,
She asked, "what kind do you write?"
"Love poems, mostly," I told her,
While we walked alone in the park,
Love's fever became even warmer,
As two shadows embraced in the dark,
I'll always remember when first we met,
I whispered a poem in her ear,
Ever since then how happy I've been,
And other women I've no need to be near,
They say that poets are divine,
Though my "love" would argue, that’s not true!
For, whenever I lose my direction,
It’s she who tells me what to do...
Though for me it was love at first sight,
When she found out I was a poet,
She asked, "what kind do you write?"
"Love poems, mostly," I told her,
While we walked alone in the park,
Love's fever became even warmer,
As two shadows embraced in the dark,
I'll always remember when first we met,
I whispered a poem in her ear,
Ever since then how happy I've been,
And other women I've no need to be near,
They say that poets are divine,
Though my "love" would argue, that’s not true!
For, whenever I lose my direction,
It’s she who tells me what to do...
