My Love Is Poetry

My Love Is Poetry I like following her trail For better or for worse without fail I like seeing her red roses Vining up in front of my nose A daily bouquet of her poems Words and messages that hit home Her essences piques my senses Where I'd climb over her fence To see the darkness of the night And grow towards her shining light Each breath I take it's her, you I see in the wide open blue She's that unique cloud in the sky That once captured my eye Not the most cutest or buxom But one that is definitely wholesome She shoots cupids arrow with her hands In how she loves art, life and land I, mean,that's me. That's what I like Although not her shining knight Her words turn the wheels in my brain Without fail, without refrain Not a day goes by that poetry sleeps And it's on this journey of awe I reap connie pachecho 9/3/17