O poetry

O Poetry! You are not barren art,
You rise and flow straight from the heart. When the poet writes, your words take flight,Turning quiet moments into beams of light.

O Love! You are the muse so bright,
Every line you touch feels warm and right. Some verses heal, some pierce the soul,
Some make the broken pieces whole.

Through moonlit nights and sunny days,
Your magic shines in endless ways.
A glance, a sigh, a touch, a stare,
All find their voice within your care.

O Poetry! Your rhythm holds the heart,
Your melody makes every pain depart.
Even tears that fall like rain so sweet
Become small joys when your verses meet.

Let the pen move, let the words sing,
Let every line beat like guitar's string .
For where you live, hearts confide,
And Love eternal walks beside.

O Poetry! O Love! I sing your praise,
Your gentle light fills all my days.
From quiet muse to blazing art,
Forever shall your flame dwell in the heart.