No words shall please my soul, if not from deep within. In life we laugh and weep, as moods with time do spin. Even a poet does need a flare, to devise his ringy rhymes. To sculpt a verse from solid words, is a masters work, sublime.
When fine words mingle and mix, with sweet lovely emotions, a ladyβs heart will surely yield, without showing a notion. Delightful words do cast a spell, on people where they stand. Being a charmer may pay your rent, to the lady of the land.
No torrent is strong or tough, to sweep a poets will. And no drought is harsh enough, to dry a poets well. Eloquent words, soft and smooth, too far from being absurd. When spoken loud, they steal the show, on every stage and stand.