Was soul-enchanting poetry
that saved me from insanity
and healed, by means of poet’s verses,
the pain that every poet nurses
from visiting this vale of tears
in soul-destroying youthful years,
when love, new found, is so soon taken,
and body, mind and soul are shaken.
Was soul-enchanting poetry
that merged the mangled mind in me
with Muse\'s wings of angel feather
to sew the shattered shards together
of heart, and so-called inner child,
when love I’d lost had wandered wild;
cruel words, true love, should not have spoken,
then heart of mine would beat unbroken.