Water leave through the valleys
You wore down
Wear me down

Drown me in the water
Drown me in the sea
Loose me in the dark
Drag me to the deep

Let your water, wash over me

Water, water rise!

Water rise up and roll
Through the islands
Roll down the streets

It's short lived, boys
Short lived, boys

Find a woman and dance
Through the moons like-
Leave me the rain

Falling in love, with you
Simple and easy to do
You're my little child
Giving reason to smile
For this Valentines one-for-two

At what point am I known as a poet?
After how many stanzas and rhymes?
I've written some thousands of words
Yet my words are a way to pass time

Drizzling raindrops
Masked the mans freckles and tears
His flawed attributes

There, I've written some words
That describe both dilemma and pain
In a haiku format, no less
But from that- what have I gained?

Poem is quite the strange lad
As is Muse, his wife just as bad
They lure in the brains
Of us simple and sane
And we write till uncanny and mad

Wow, I've done it again
I've written a poem in style
You know, I think I'm a poet
Maybe I've been one a while...