A Poet In Love

I am a poet, A poet in Love! I see the whole of the universe spun in a ball and rolled through the mirror of deception. The mirror cracks with violent shattering pieces everywhere, but soon a calm silence, for a still second, quites the room. Oh the sweet and fair maidens, who walk hand in hand gossiping on their fellow Man. I smile and I say to them, "Oh you think so, well I am a poet." They look at me, with confused smiles. They look at me and say in confused tones, and low voices, "You sir, are no poet..." I gasp for air and hold my tongue, as I repeat myself more clearly, "Mabye you did not hear me, for I shall tell you once more. I am a poet in Love!" I shout out in their sweet and ratched faces. As they pull up senerios of me, as a crazy fool, playing in their minds. I dance and sing and write them all love letters; Using ryhmes, haikus, romantic phrases and settings, I tell you though, not an easy tool, to dance and sing and to write poetry. But it is possible, when you are a Poet in Love. Now watch as the ladies walk to their men in jackets and fast, red cars. I laugh and say, "Your loss" Not too many women these days like poets. I walk and walk and walk, on and on and on... Over and over and over, I jump through hoops, and juggle flaming torches, to grab the sweet maidens' attention. ... But sadly, not one spares a passing glance. I do not cry, I do not mope, for I pull myself together and I gloat! I dance, and sing and shout from the rooftops, covering evening skies, like a madman, "I am a Poet in Love!" The old women, in wayward liqour shops, buying lotto tickets turn to me and shout back, "You are a crazy bastard." and I shout back with passion and alliteration, "Thank you!" For nothing bothers me, not one insult, not one careless remark. For I am a Poet in Love. In love with what? You may ask me. Well what is there not to love, when you are a poet. I make people laugh, I make people cry, with the stroke of a pen to a piece of paper, I can even make people die. For I am a Poet who loves his job, For I am the one and only... Poet in Love!