i have heard of stories
of how poets are loved
by heavenly beings
as they make the face of love
seems like a dream and unworldly
they carved love and shape it
to be held like hope
like it was spoken
for them

their words make
the word love puts itself
to shame as
the feeling when
flowers grow into
your lungs and
you hear the voice
of nature
whispering tunes of life
to your ears
are worth more
than those four letters

when a poet falls in love
she bleed out words from
her skin
as she longs to feel
the hope that she created
the world seems brighter
and colourful
as she looks softer and blurry
and full of worry
that the love of her life
do not love her
never love her
for she keep her emotions
blue and beautiful and a secret
never told

when a poet falls in love
she never see herself
for her eyes reflects
him and only him