The Poet And His Creation

In moments still, and quiet thought,
A poet’s pen and paper sought,
With words arranged in artful grace,
A crafted world begins to take place.

In solitude, his mind takes flight,
As he sets his feelings to write,
His heart pours out in elegant verse,
A masterpiece, his soul immersed.

With every phrase, his heart revealed,
As emotions deep and pure are unsealed,
His love for words forever true,
A passion that he’ll never eschew.

In one such piece, he’s found his soul,
A poem that makes his heart whole,
His love for this he can’t convey,
A masterpiece, that’s here to stay.

For every time he reads the lines,
His heart, it glows, his spirit shines,
The words that once, his heart had taken,
Are now his love, that can’t be shaken.

A poet’s love, forever pure,
A passion that will long endure,
For in this verse, his heart has found,
A love eternal, forever bound.