Shine on me,
love me for me,
like a love poem,
construct my vision
with philosophy.

Kiss my poetic mind
with your ideas and
metaphors, construct
my lines with ink and quill,
bring the paper so I don’t
spill my poems onto the floor.

I am constructed with poetic
smudges from past memories
faded not by time, for I live
forever upon these pages.

This is a poetic death
of sorts but my memory
lives on through
smudges and marks.

© 2019 By Amanda Shelton