My love

With rhymes anew

You breathe life into me

In love I caressed you

In pain I buried in you

Through life

You have healed me.

Poetry, you are soul

To my being

The only other language I speak

Sometimes

In a long ending speech.

Even when rhyming get tough

You never let me give up

You are the love I found

Not in books leather bound

In earthy smells

Where my heartbeat dwells.

Poetry, you are of another world

When I string you together

I feel you in my veins

As though blood throbbing

Memories clogging

You are what made me sane.

It’s a day late for World Poetry Day, but I forgot to say I love you to the one thing that saved me a long time ago. The only thing that brought me joy in my darkest hours with the exception of Harry Potter.

You know there are two kinds of love: one that you announce to the world and the other that doesn’t need validation of the world. The second kind is unconditional and knows no bounds. Remember to love.