Her familiarity with words How she can gather and pick the best of consonants and syllables from the white picket fenced field that has a sign near the entrance labeledΒ Β "alphabet" and with this she may offer you a bouquet of sentences carefully articulated and placed in a specific manner to look effortlessly marvelous
How she will always fall asleep with a thought And turn them into thought infused dreams And then churn this mixture in the mechanisms within her Bring forth a lovely array of vocabulary that sounds like rhythmic melodies to your ears
Never fall in love with a poet.
She will know your words all too well Because she knows words all too well She knows that they aren't always what they seem And no matter how many words you offer back to her in return A lesson is engraved within her heart which solely believes that words can not be given alone
The beauty of words must be matched with the strength of actions Less your beautiful words will be nothing but a distraction Without the fibers of action to hold your words together, to wrap her up in a cloth of security and warmth Everything you will say and have said before is just sweet poetry
And she, my dear, is a poet Who has too many a poem tucked away in the deepest corners of her heart What good will just your poem do?