How Much Sadness

HOW MUCH SADNESS How much sadness is now in sadness? Was it an old one which I once did miss? Or they may have been my poems instead, Reminding you of me when they were read. When I did poems were done diligently And to the thoughts flowed resiliently As if a flower you recently have found With flowing fumes not nary a sound. With all of its grand odor soon realized In my mind I had become mesmerized Knowing deeply had something to say So I wrote this poem for you today. Knowing now That I am poem's sender Do read it ever nicely treating it tender And you will know exactly what I meant It is you who my poem does represent. James Romantically Inclined Horn At least, at times. This is my first supposedly romantic poem.