Love, Words and Writing

Such is when writing poetry-- We’re pretty willing to be free And go to places, anywhere All ‘cos beauty is out there When, in haste, words do flow The mighty pen and paper glow O, we play with them, like love That comes like a haloed dove We take the risk of being hurt-- The pain, hidden behind its skirt That no one would like to have What special is how we behave In any given conditions or forms Against any unprecedented storms We need to work our imagination For enjoyment and self perfection