I fear, my writing is in danger. <br /> <br />The danger of exclusivity. <br /> <br />I don't mean to write only of love; <br />I long to express <br />my feelings of joy when I purchase a new pair of shoes, <br />my feelings of sadness when my pet bunny died, <br />or even the sheer hilarity of posting poems on the internet. <br /> <br />I don't mean to limit myself <br />to the topic of infatuation. <br />I'd love to write in regard <br />to the time my computer was attacked by a virus, <br />or about my favorite kind of cheese. <br /> <br />But he makes it too easy. <br />I could write about love forever.<br /><br />Eila Mahima Jaipaul<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-failed-poet/
