In Defense of My Romantic Poetry

I’m a hopeless romantic Now please cut me some slack Yes, there’s more to this life Than love’s beaten track I just can’t write about fish And I can’t write of the farm I can’t write about frogs For me that holds not a charm I can’t write about wars And I can’t write about keys I can’t write of history Go easy on me, please! Yes, I guess I’m limited Stuck in mediocrity I’m trying to be diverse It falls flat, can’t you see? So I write tales of love And I write about passion Can’t write about trends Or the latest fashion I write about suicide And I write of addiction I write about my life Not some sort of fiction I write about my daughter And I write about hubby I write how much I suffer To be thin and not chubby I write about God And I write about heaven But can’t write about 9 Much less about seven So please hear what I say What you all write is grand It’s just not my way I’m stuck in love’s brand I’m cheesy, I’m sappy, Dripping with goo and such But this hopeless romantic Loves your poems so much! Eileen Manassian Ghali