Poets: The Love Poet

The love poet sits on the edges of time,
With pen in hand poised as for writing new rhyme.

The love poet writes on the topic of love,
So often inspired; has a muse like a dove.

The love poet waits for the word of the day;
He sits down and writes, having fun with word play.

The love poet finds a conundrum of words,
His imagery vast like a flock of blue birds;

The love poet's sunrise, a moment aglow;
“Relax,” says his spirit.  “Just let the words flow.”

The love poet sings in his heart, and who knows,
Somehow, he sees into the heart of a rose.

The love poet feels unique passions, so deep
And often awakens, as from a deep sleep.

The love poet's words ever flow from his heart;
But where will it end and how does it all start?

How do you understand the work of a love poet?