Your Love

Your Love

Your love for me abounds

In the voice of a poet

You are sincere in your thought

But I’d wish you to know,

I am no poet at all.

I am a lover of souls

I my love define.

As for your elevation of me

In your thought dear friend

I am just a poet of sorts

Come to my fold,

I shall let you hold

The flavour of a writer

Who can compose poetry untold?

Come and enjoy

Have some fun

Those who own me are none.

You are a budding poet

I know

In your heart does love flow,

But I am a candle flickering

On the edge of time

This I thought my son like friend

You ought to know.

None the less

My regards to you

May a greater poet,
the Lord God

Make one out of you.