If life is a cup of coffee
Poetry is the sugar
Literature came to me
Like a destined lover.

There are types of writings
None as special as poetry
Words told of my feelings
Rhymes along naturally.

Papers of joy and whine
The pen draws line smoothly
As ink and sincerity intertwine
Teardrops flow emotionally.

The burning fire of passion
For poetry that lives in me
People and places of inspiration
Push to show a better me.

As I find solace in poetry
In this candle like life forever
Fire that burns continuously
My only hope to live longer.