I am, but a lover I yearn, like a craver I don’t know what is love I stare silently, like a dove I write his inks on paper I pour gay in words, like a dreamer Like a cheater, I hide within letters I touch souls, softly like feathers I’m quite like a fire, a loner I grieve rainbows, like a wanderer I stare like a hawk From far away, at him, I gawk I’m a poet, nothing but a liar Cause I am, but a lover