A LADY CALLED GRACE


I WISH I WAS A POET,
Drawing the world in words,
Painting life with brush of letters,
Master of the pen.

Chieftain of diction,
Scribbling words metaphorical,
Cuddling hearts with words
Syrupy, soothing, laconic.

Talking about tomorrow,
Like I lived there.
Eulogizing the universe
So grand in a sonnet.

A Ballard I’ll write portraying
Your beautiful qualities.
With artistic descriptions,
Of how charming your smile.

Rhyming to the end,
Like the rising sun on River Nile.
Scheming words to blend,
Like zephyr romancing the body.

Broken hearts to mend,
Revivifying tired soul sturdy.
Hopeful messages send,
Heart like wedge never bends.

Wish I was a poet,
What great works I’ll gather,
Still living in my works,
Even in the land beyond.

Great men of ancient,
Viewing the world with a stylus,
I wish I was a poet,
Like you, you and you.

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