Poems are funny. <br />Poems are blue. <br />Some poems are clever, <br />and some say I love you. <br /> <br />You say it with letters. <br />He says it with flowers. <br />We say it with kisses. <br />But poems say more <br />than all the above <br />and open the door, <br />to the one I adore. <br /> <br />A poem never will die. <br />A poem can easily fly. <br />A poem can be put in a bottle, <br />to reach distant shores, <br />or onto the internet, <br />or hidden in drawers. <br /> <br />A poem is magic, <br />with spellbinding power. <br />A poem can be tragic, <br />or there’s one that inspires. <br />And one that’s didactic, <br />improving your mind. <br />Or a poem that’s brighter <br />than moonlight, or sunshine, <br />or starlight, or even the light, <br />that shines in your mind. <br /> <br />But I never, did ever, did find, <br />a poem, a verse, or a rhyme, <br />that matches the brilliant, <br />wonder and awe, <br />of the heart of a woman <br />that I love and adore.<br /><br />David Taylor<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-poem-18/
