May I Have Your Poems, Please?

Excited and in exuberance, I stand,
Thinking about what you invoke, what makes you observant.
Thinking about what’s on your mind,
I keep thinking, I rewind.

Connecting dots with moments of my own,
I wonder what verses you have sown.
Except for me, the world owns—
Poor me, eager me—
Waiting to listen to your rhymes,
Waiting to know what led you to the divine.

May I have your poems, please?
To quench the thirst of this curious child.