you create words and change them into <br />poetic forms <br />you count, you become sensitive how each syllable sounds <br />to fit the mood <br />and the circumstances <br />you consider the strength of each feeling <br />hate, you have much but you <br />balance it with so much love growing and growing like trees <br />in your field, this body of fertile emotions, <br />you put the proper colors and ambiance and <br />you make a creation so beautiful <br />i ask you for what purpose <br />the reason for all these <br />magical moment <br />and you put a line which says you want to please someone <br />i am sad <br />no one pleases no one <br />that is not the reason <br />for you must first please yourself, learn that art of selfishness <br />before you can start pleasing others, <br />it is the same thing with <br />love.<br /><br />RIC S. BASTASA<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/if-you-ask-me-2/
