Sometimes I don't understand poems
I read the words and...
I actually think..
maybe I don't have the intelligence
to understand them.
I marvel at how beautiful the poems are.
How deep and profound.

I use words that I know.
Words that I understand and
sometimes, I look in the dictionary
to find a better word for the way I feel.

So I tend to use beautiful and lovely a lot..
Because to me,
there are no better words
than quite beautiful
or completely lovely.

But the poems I don't understand well...
maybe they are not meant for me.
I can't see the message,
the meaning or the story
behind the inspiration.
But I know who ever wrote them
poured their heart out
and shared it with us all.

And so I do think
I am somewhat under intelligent.
But... I do have a love of words.
I love to read
and I love to write
more than anything.

So, every poem that I read and like,
even if I don't understand the meaning,
I will have loved it for it's structure
and the shape it takes on the page.
The way the words taste in my mouth.
The song they play in my ears.
The way all the words,
put in the right order,
make my heart feel.

And I do feel the passion,
it makes me blush..
but I like that,
to feel how it moves me
deep inside.
It reminds me that I can indeed love.
And I am very much alive.

So, even if I don't understand the message
or know the meaning or hear the story.
The words within the poems I read,
are always going to be my favourite thing.

They will always be quite beautiful
and completely lovely.