Could Become a New Craze

Could Become New Craze Should my poems have much superstition Of what does seem to be a deep suspicion After deciding and making one more decision What if I were faced with an inquisition? My desire was lack a cross which was burning And deep inside my stomach started churning And a thought and question kept on returning Would all of my love she want to be spurning. No matter where love and each chip lays Wrote several more poems last few days On my mind and conscience each one plays Poetry recitals could become a new craze.