Dear Poets your words urge me on in moment when alone. Tantalizing my breath that echo your words. Tickling senses that awaken my mind. Piercing heart to spread wings of emotions.
Dear Poetess your words illuminate in moment behind eyes. Calling me with grace to read on. Expanding self with your wisdom Words Shinning like woven threads on vellum You are a gift to me, and I do bow to the power of your pen.
I used to read your poems but lately you don't write you're silent and aloof you know that isn't right. You can't close a door once opened you can't abolish all your dreams you're a poet of the heart mustn't fall apart at the seams. Say what you can in words they speak the message true spoken from the heart the poems will see you through. A hermit's not your style a recluse, you are not never give up writing of things that you've been taught. I used to read your poems I'd read them once again if you would send them out (this one's from a poet friend)