Creativity: The Love Poet's Creativity

The love poet pens his sweet words about love.

Who knows where they come from? His heart? God above?

The source does not matter, but what the words say

Can lead to a blessing in someone's new day.

The love poet's gift is that poets can hear

The words, thoughts and feelings that others may fear.

He plays with his words, sometimes wrestles in vain,

To fully express what he knows is man's pain.

The love poet e'er has his own unique art

And words that express what he feels in his heart.

His thoughts pouring forth through a tool, yes, his pen;

The poet employs them again and again.

So tragic, the world may not e'en understand

That love rules the world in each part of the land.

The love poet's words, others may not perceive.

The words he would write, they may never believe.

The love poet's work will continue o'er time.

Sometimes, but not always, it's written in rhyme.

The poet, in silence, his gift does not shirk,

Alone comprehending the worth of his work.

So blessed the love poet, the person who knows,

That each love seed planted is one that soon grows.

One day, someone harvests the fruit he has sown,

Love seeds he has planted, well tended and grown.

The poet forgotten, words lost or soon gone,

Yet sometimes they surface again with new dawn.

Horizon extended that offers new light,

Can bring to the whole world a unique delight.      

The love poet alone may comprehend the worth of his work

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