It’s not like any other,
It strives to make the world understand,
All the while seeking an answer to only one question, why?!
A poet’s heart must speak,
It must reach out,
From one soul to another,
Seeking to change the world, with one word, one desire, one expression.
A poet’s heart knows pain,
It knows sorrow,
Despair, it’s native language,
A poet’s heart seeks out beauty in the world,
It glories at the cool morning dew on a perfect rose,
It joys in the phenomena of the morning sun,
It seeks the greatest of beauties, love.
A poet’s heart is broken,
It sees things differently,
It does not bow to rules,
It never forgets pain nor it’s giver,
It can only hope that a greater pain,
A greater joy will eclipse the former.
And yet it thrives on a hope that supercedes emotion,
It clings to the promise of peace,
The promise of a day when life as we know it shall no longer be,
When a poet’s heart shall be made whole by a love only One can give,
One not bound by humanity,
But One who died to set us free.