The heart of a poet
Is a difficult one to understand
Complex in nature
And a challenge to read
With convictions and thoughts
That run deeper than you think

Don't mistake my empathy for weakness
Or my smile for innocence
To speculate is not to know

My eyes are windows
To the beautiful madness
That is my soul

I see things for more than just what they are
But for what they could be
Finding the meaning in everything

You may think I'm too sentimental
Or in tune with my emotions
But that doesn't bother me
Why stay on the surface
When their are such depths as the Ocean

So stand my fellow poets
And raise up your pens
And lets show this world what were made of
One word at a time
This art to never end