Sunday 11 March 2018

Poet

I'm no poet.
I know not
of metaphors
or alliterations.
 
I’m no poet.
I know not
of rhymes
or repetitions.
 
I am as unschooled as you.
But still, I write.
About you.
 
So, the world assumes I must have,
a favorite poet.
But oh! How do I let them know?
That my poet and poetry are both you?
 

O Dearly loved!

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