I can only think of poetry...
Sonnets...
And sweet words...
I must have been mothered by the moon ...
And fathered by the wind...
For I dream of poems being blown in the wind...
And of verses inspired by the night...
I Have a Dreamy heart...
And a sensitive soul...
I can be as strong as a rock...
Or as frail as an eggshell...
For I am human...
And have hope and fears...
Thoughts and Ideas...
I don't know how to smile...
But I can make you laugh...
The dreams of anyone who reads these lines are more important than mine...
For a poet's only dream is to see everyone's dreams become true...