Love is poetry
waiting to be written...
The way of phrases wafts in blush appeal
In precious hideaways of think and feel
In surge of seasons as they come and go
What may appear, to critic’s glance
Quite elementary
Of lines, winnowed from circumstance
And tamed to poetry
What may to some seem a sad waste
Of Precious Little Time
Where lines, siphoned from touch and taste
Are woven into rhyme
What may, mediocre at best
Vex finer balladists
Where lines, snared from the care and test
Of love and life untwists
What may to some seem nothing much
But vain verbosity
Is to this poet’s humble touch
Love turned to poetry
© Janet Martin
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