Poetry

A Poet’s Love

There’s a poet in all light,
Writes what he feels.
Not before he met her,
Those dimples on the cheek,
Those mushy smiles he gets,
Over the period of distance,
He could forget, but.
But lives on memories.
There’s a poet once said,
Her eyes are all he listens.
Yes, they talk a lot.
And with the sweetness,
She knows who to love.
But a poet, still waits.
All will die, but she in him.

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