I Am Poetry

Hearts are Arts For He-arts and s-he-arts Beating to the rhythm of life, Rhyming in pumps, full of lire. Arts have heArts For where is the life In art without hearts Speaking directly to the soul? The rhythm would be lost In those running lines, Rhymes would hold no sway If Arts have no hearts. I am Poetry, Written in beautiful lines Of verses, stanzas, Rhythm and Rhymes your heart dances to. In the depth of your eyes I find my existence And the helm of your soul houses my essence. I am those words you string together To give life to your muse And the lines, Awaiting your sonorous voice To feed me to the winds And bare me to shaken souls. I am those verses Arranged on the heart of your page Rhymed, Free, blank, Couplet, sonnet or tercet. I am the figures Beautifying your speeches, Adding colors, wealth Depth and wisdom to your words. I am a piece of art; Poetry like pottery, Molded by the Master. I am the Master's piece masterpiece. I am Poetry! A work of heartful art personified.