It is every ladies fantasy to find a poet who can encase her so perfectly in writing.
To feel so worthy of being placed in words so all may see her for all of eternity.
I know at least for me this will never be, and this is okay with me.
For in my heart of hearts I know I am not worthy of such arts.
Words flow but they hardly come and go.
I have never been one to sit and stay so the lines of a page for me are a cage and would only bring dismay.
Perhaps this is why I will never be placed into a grave…
Sing my soul into a song so I may dance with the leaves in a cool eve’s breeze for all to hear throughout the years.